annogus

Oh hey. I'm Anna, a working girl in Grand Rapids, Michigan, blogging about nostalgia, creativity, and societal woes. My vices include soda, nail-biting, and sarcasm.
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Well, the first day of fall is quickly approaching. Since I was somewhat MIA from blogging this summer, I never got around to posting the “Summery Summary” as Jon coined it. So before we descend into sweaters and scarves, here’s one last look back on the warmer (scorching) days of 2012. 

[porch sitting]

[accidental quadruple exposure at an arts festival]

[Friends outside the ice cream shop]

[Dan lying in the street]

[Fotini lighting off a firecracker]

It’s been a lovely summer. Pure Michigan.

Sometimes I make things while listening to sappy music. Last week, I made strawberry jam. Thought it might make a nice, summery vidblog.

Bonus points if you spot the continuity error.

As promised, Meg’s video profile done by our nine year old brother.

This one goes more in-depth about our family’s love of cheese, and includes a bit more philosophizing on Zack’s part.

My dad narrating my sister’s 8th birthday party. We lived on a camp in North Carolina, so that explains the accents and horses.

Disclaimer: Dad jokes abound.

In 1984, my brother Zack, an aspiring auteur, tried his hand at video. 

I thought it’d be fitting for Sam’s birthday to highlight this nice little profile Zack did.

(I did make two edits. The video game went on for an agonizing amount of time, so I clipped that. There was a nice bit of Zack narrating while Sam played with his He-Man action figures, but it was too dark to see anything, so I cut that too.)

Happy Birthday Sammo!

Porch Sitting

Happy Sunday! This is what we did today.

Summer Pre-Game 2011

First few weeks with my digital SLR. Shot all this with default exposure at 30fps. Hoping to do more playing/artsy stuff soon.

Enjoy!

Liz Lemon keeps me sane.

This church is across the street from my grandmother’s house. She’s lived in this neighborhood and attended this church almost her entire life. My parents were married here, and we had every family Christmas in the basement until my late teens.

I understand why they’re tearing it down. It’s been virtually unused for a while now. That doesn’t make it any less sad for me to see it devoured by these prehistoric-looking creatures.

Also, a note on the song, a friend of mine told me the other day that it reminded her of me. I looked up the lyrics, and they are so beautiful. I felt like they were written for my own soul. I wanted to post a sample of them, but I couldn’t narrow it down to any one spot. Just go read the whole thing.