I am really excited about this news package. A colleague and I were on another shoot and got a call that there was a protest outside of the Bank of America at Copley Square. We literally ran, tugging our camera equipment along, and arrived first on the scene! This is the first protest I have covered so it was very exciting.
On Thursday I had an interview with the E! channel! This was my first interview for television (other than for school clubs and internships). Here is a picture of the dress I wore for the interview.
Shannon's infected eye at 3AM after editing on campus for our journalism class for 17 hours. We spent the next day at Mass. Eye and Ear ER. We got there the same time as all the inmates in local prisons were also being brought in... Shannon and I considered asking them if they had heard of the Prison Book Program, but we decided better of it. 
My roomie Jen took this pic of me. It's on an alley wall in Central Square. The graffiti changes weekly and it is so cool.
hehe. 
Jen didn't want her picture taken
But once she saw the shots she changed her mind:)
k trim and an archway for a front door. The inside is made of wood and the soft lighting makes everything in the bar appear golden. Mannion’s is the locals hangout, children run through the bar playing as their parents tell jokes over Guinness beer and Jameson mixed with ginger ale. To the back is a pool table and on the walls are pictures and newspaper clippings of Pilots Alcock and Brown, who landed near Clifden on June 15, 1919 after the first successful transatlantic flight.
e, the way I came, the Castle is concealed, and from below on the ocean shore (as I discovered later) it is also invisible to the eye. It is a secluded wonder, a structure of grey rock faded from the wind and rain that has whipped it for past century. The roof and stories (it looked like there were three) have all fallen in. Inside the Castle, the floors are now reduced to rubble, moss, flowers growing through the ground, and mud. Looking up, through the center tower, which is covered in green ivy, is a circular sphere of blue sky, with the occasional jet black bird flying past. One room’s walls have been carved into, leaving indented names and initials in its rock walls. By climbing out a window in the back of the castle I entered its backyard. Green and overgrown lays a field that is held in on three sides by rock walls. The fourth side- at the back, directly in front of me opens up to a new location. Stepping inside I feel as though I am a young girl entering “The
Secret Garden.” Tiny old stone buildings line the inside of these new four walls, over grown branches hang over their entrance ways, ivy covering their walls. The rooms are all different sizes. I imagine they were once used to hold the farm animals. The small rooms- no more than 5ft by 5ft must have held the chickens. While the larger rooms, maybe 8ft by 12 ft, must have been for a horse or two. White, yellow and purple flowers peak through its floor. I walk in cautiously, afraid of some insect or creature that I may encounter. The secret garden turns out to be a harmless play place for the imagination and no tiny insects come after me. The birds can be heard up ahead chirping in the overgrown trees. The smell of moisture, dirt and wet grass fills my nostrils. I walked out of the gardens through the two rectangular rock beams that I imagine were once a doorframe. From there I have a clear view of rolling fields and the ocean below. The mist is thick and the skyline is a dark grey. Still, there is much beauty in front of me. The ocean is a blue metal color, soft hills behind it, and then the landscape fades into the fog.
Clifden’s landscape. It was overcast and I welcomed the cool mist spraying on my face because I was sweating from the intense uphill biking. The mist seems to carry the smell of the ocean- filling my nostrils and whipping my hair. I cycled past boglands. Green wet lands, mud and rocks. I cycled past the tall green weeds that swayed in the wind.
