The bastard child of science, left on the doorstep of art.

Beaumont Newhall once described photography as, "the bastard child of science, left on the doorstep of art." 

This single phrase summarizes my overwhelming love and intimidation for photography. I am intrigued by the scientific attributes behind the brilliantly beautiful result of the art, the photograph.

Stream of consciousness:

Girl on cellphone, walking through the library:

"I was driving on the interstate, fast, in the rain. I was in a rush to get back on campus in time. And I did a 360 on the interstate."

Exit girl on cellphone.