Being on campus more days than not can make one forget how beautiful it is. There are things that are never noticed about it because they have faded into the background of our lives. This photo essay explores those things that are bypassed and looks at them in a new light.
In the basement of the library, there is a room filled with old congressional papers, railroad maps, and meeting minutes dating back to the 1800s. It is a place of forgotten things. (May McLellan)The central stairs in Williams Hall feel like a remnant of a time long past with their curling wrought iron handrails. (Mary McLellan)On south prospect street, two solid stone columns and a low wall topped with jagged rocks guard the entrance to Redstone Green, but at times it feels like the entrance to another world. (Mary McLellan)Sometimes we forget, I think, that we live in the shadow of the mountain. The mountains protect us from harsh winds, but bring much rain and snow. (Mary McLellan)In the late afternoon, in Centennial woods the only sounds I can hear is the wind through the pines (Mary McLellan)When you look at it from below on a cloudy day one feels like if you could climb this fire escape, it would keep on going. (Mary McLellan)
