How many years do I have to cry? How many more to leave you behind? The question on my head; the questions I want to forget. The more I cry, the more pain I feel. The dark walls that surround me are the only things left; I can’t smile. The invisible rain that surrounds me is slowly becoming a storm. The only thing left for me is to wait for the rainbow to show. I know that the ending is close; and this storm that brought darkness will go. The longer it takes, the longer the rainbow will stay. I will patiently wait for the sun; and the happiness that will come along. When the storm is over; I will love myself more. Not everybody can overcome this type storm. Hopefully, I will be stronger than before.
Hello all, and we're back with another blog! Last week we went over shutter speed and how it affects our images, and talked a little bit about how it is a conveyance of time in our images. If you missed it, you can read it via the link below
Ernest Hemingway is perhaps one of the most famous American writers of his time. Before becoming a writer, however, Hemingway was a journalist and a war correspondent (Meyers 1982:1). This essay will focus on the extent to which journalists and journalistic practice are important in Hemingway’s fictional work The Sun Also Rises (1926).