Thursday, April 25, 2013

Nesconset, A Nice Place to Live



Back before college and throughout my entire childhood I used to believe that the world was the way I saw it to be in my hometown of Nesconset, Long Island. Although the newfound freedom and independence is warmly welcomed there will still always be a part of my heart in that small little town. Upon returning home during breaks I truly feel as if something rekindles inside of me, a new realization of just how important my hometown was to me throughout my life. With my newfound appreciation of my home I felt it only right that I document my favorite locations through a series of photographs. A picture is said to be worth a thousand words and, with all of the memories held in my hometown, these photographs speak volumes to me.








Fears


According to the dictionary fear is the distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil or pain whether the threat is real or imagined. Fear causes apprehension and dread. Some people are afraid of things like spiders or heights. Others are afraid of losing the people close to them or death. Some people have phobias, extreme fears. Sometimes we do not recognize our fears until we are forced to face them. Many people that I tried to photograph said they did not have any fears until I brought some things up. A lot of people did not want to admit their fears to me because saying them makes them too real or because they did not feel comfortable exposing that part of themselves to me.

Necrophobia: fear of death

Gabby was the first and only person who admitted being afraid of death. She explained to her that death meant leaving her life and her friends and family behind. Not knowing what happens after death whether you go to heaven, hell, are reincarnated or are nothing no one knows for sure, despite what our personal religion tells us.
Apiphobia: fear of bees
Lexys, junior, is very afraid of bees. She has never been stung by one but she is afraid that she will be. Once she had an opportunity to do a beekeeping activity but she could not do it because she was so afraid of the bees so she had to stay in the van while her peers were able to do beekeeping with a professional.

Ophidiophobia: fear of snakes
Dimitriy is a first year student at Siena. he suffers from a crippling fear of snakes. He never had any traumatizing experience with them. He just thinks they look scary and they can kill people in many different ways. Snakes are one of the most common fears that people have. Many people believe that this is because they have no legs, scales, long tongues and beady eyes. Another reason people are afraid of snakes are because many have long fangs that can bite you or poison you to death. Some snakes like boa constrictors squeeze their prey to death. When Dimitriy was asked what he would do if he were confronted with a snake, he replied that he would set the whole building on fire.

Arachnophobia: fear of spiders
 Arachnophobia is another one of the most common fears. People are afraid of spiders more than anything else in the whole world. In fact, so many people I tried to take pictures of were afraid of spiders that I had to settle on one. Even some of the girls who are posted in this project recognized that the other major fear the had was Lauren, a first year transfer student, watched a horror movie called Arachnophobia when she was a young girl and ever since then she has not been able to look at a spider without crying or having to leave
Acrophobia: fear of heights

Haani and a student who wished to remain unidentified are both afraid of heights. Haani is not afraid of flying in planes but he never goes on roller coasters and could not imagine bungee jumping or skydiving. The unidentified student has never even been on a plane. He is worried that because he is in the army, he will have to do activities that will involve heights. He is also anxious about people in the army finding out that he has such a bad fear of heights.

Pediophobia: fear of dolls
 Lydia has been afraid of dolls since she was a little girl. She would always get them as gift and she was not allowed to give them back because it was seen as ungrateful. She hates their creepy stares and their lack of facial reactions and features. When she was younger she thought that they would steal her soul and she never got over it.



Fahima, freshman, is afraid of scary movies. She knows that none of the things that happen in the movies could really happen but they still scare her because of the psychological aspect. The few times she has watched a horror movie she has watched them from behind her hands. Fahima stated that she got this fear when she was very young and she watched a scary movie with some older family members. The movies that freak her out most are not monster movies but movies that involve ghosts, possessions and psychos. Most people have similar reactions. They are not afraid of movies that involve a lot of gore but the movies that make them paranoid, because even though it is unlikely it could happen. There is no name for a fear of scary movies.



There is also no specific name for Tori's fear. Tori is afraid of losing her parents. Her parents are older than a lot of other parents, and she is afraid that they will die before she gets to learn everything she needs to know from them. She also is afraid of losing them because did not have a great relationship with them when she was younger, and now that she is close with them she wants to be able to make up for lost time.
























Tyler and Sean, both, had a fear of failure. Sean expressed that he was afraid of never being successful and having a job. He would be disappointed in himself if he never was able to meet the standards he held for himself. Tyler was afraid of trying his hardest and it not being good enough. There were people in his life that he considers failures and he tries his best not to be like them. I think fear of failure is one of the most common phobias people have.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Siena Softball - Shannon Jones


What Siena Softball Means to Me:

By: Shannon Jones




Siena Softball became instated in 1976 as a division III program.  Seven years later it escalated up to division I, where it still stands today.  Now 37-years-old, I can assure you, every year has birthed a completely different team. Between the array of uniforms that have evolved to the new team equipment.  Or how about the practice clothes that are received every year and the new players that come and go.  The vast array of personalities that are grouped together year in and year out; it is very different.  


I have only been on the team for 4 years and I can tell you that every year has been a unique experience.  I find myself wearing different socks, maybe a new glove because mine was broken from the previous 50+ games from the season before, new superstitions, a new hairstyle – the list could go on and on.  But most importantly, the new teammates and friends I make changes on me every year, leading to new experiences and memories.  One thing, however, most certainly stays the same; the team’s love for the game.  Every player, from my fellow senior teammate, and myself to the five new freshmen can agree that we play for the love of the game.  The winning will come and go, along with the ups and downs, but the fact that my teammates and I play from the heart and have fun doing it, will always remain the same.

I am very sad to see my career end in about month.  To see the game that I have played and loved for 15 years of my life come to an end scares me.  I am ready for the next chapter of my life and am very excited, but I am also a little choked up in saying so.  Since I was six years old playing T-Ball, I have simply enjoyed playing this game.  My parents met on a softball field, my sister and I fought for championships together; there are just so many memories that I have made playing this game that it is mind-boggling to see it come to an end.  I wasn’t always on the winning end and I can say my dad and I got in some pretty heated fights.  But nothing took away from my excitement to show up to field; whether it was at 7:00 in the morning watching the sunrise while you were warming up or 7:00 at night under the lights.  The feeling you get when you win a game.  It always seems to mean something. You always feel like you won the championship, even though it is the second game of the season.  


This past season, I have learned that there is more to the game than winning.  I have come to learn and respect even more aspects of the game than ever and I think that is what is making this growing up experience much more powerful.  Don’t get me wrong, I would love to win a league championship more than anything in the world but like I said, I have a new appreciation of the sport and a new outlook on why I fell in love with in the first place.  




I would like to introduce you to what I have loved for the past 15 years and what I am going to miss greatly come May.  I hope some of you will agree with what I say or in some part can relate this to something else that you love:

The Equipment:  




Do you remember getting your first glove?  How about your first bat or your first pair of cleats?  I know everyone has a hilariously awkward picture of you while you are posing with a bat in your hands.  I remember being so excited when I got my first glove and got to join my older siblings when they played catch with my parents.  I can honestly say I still LOVE getting new softball equipment.  I love the feeling of breaking in a new glove; drenching it in oil, wrapping it up as much as I can.  I love complaining when the ball won’t stay in the pocket.  It all becomes worth it when you make that diving play in the hole or making the last out of the big game.  


It always seems to feel like Christmas morning when I get a new bat.  The adrenaline I get when I hit with it for the first time and the ball pops off the bat like a rocket.   Not having a new glove to break in or getting to try out a new bat is something that I am going to miss immensely.  I am now forced live vicariously through all the little kids who have the biggest smiles on their faces when they get their new pink glove and tiny aluminum bat.     
  

The Field:  



I have played on my fair share of crappy fields -- The dirt that gives you the raspberry and hurts like heck to dive on.  But I get this special rush of energy when I am playing in a nice stadium!  I love the atmosphere when there is stadium seating, a nice view in the backdrop, perfect dirt and good announcing/music.  I feel like I am playing on Yankee Stadium and that I am someone important.  That I am playing for something bigger than myself and all the fans are cheering for me.  However, no matter how different every field looks, once you step on the diamond – it is the same game.  It is the same foul line, same distance to first base.  I love that every field can be so different but also so much the same. 






The Pain:

  
No one loves to be sore, or playing through a painful injury.  It is not something anyone wishes for.  But any athlete that loves the game does it.  We do it anyway and I can’t tell you why.  I have had many injuries that I have played through that are going to haunt me for the rest of my life because I never let them heal.  But I don’t regret doing it one bit.  Unfortunately, I cannot explain to you why I do it.  Maybe for a sense of pride or responsibility?  I remember last year’s season I played with an injured quad.  I did not want to know the severity of the injury; I simply went to the trainer and made them wrap me so they couldn’t tell me I couldn’t play.  Toward the end of the season I could barely walk out to short stop but I did it anyway.  I knew that my team needed me and I wanted to lead us to a MAAC tournament.  If my team needs me, I am out there playing whether I can walk or not.  Unfortunately we did not make it to the tournament that year, and unfortunately I can still feel where I did not let my quad heal correctly.  So why do we do it?  Why do I enjoy wrapping myself up to tightly to where my limbs are numb or walking around with a leaking bag of ice on my arm?  All I know is that I do not let an injury prevent me from playing.  None of us do; we won’t be cowardly and give in to fact we need rest until we accomplish all our goals.  It is the nature of being an athlete, it is in our blood.  We fight, we compete, and we stay strong.  A good quote to sum it up is one from Mary Lou Retton: “You get self-satisfaction from pushing yourself to the limit, knowing that all the effort is going to pay off.”




The Fans:




  Siena Softball has the best fans a player could ask for.  Particularly, this season, the group of parents and friends that support us is overwhelming.  Some parents of teammates travel over four hours each weekend to see us play.  I remember a particular experience this season in Baltimore when I turned to look at my mom, and there were all the parents…dancing and singing to the music that was blaring at the field.  My mom was right in the center with her “rally cap” on.  I can tell you that I have the best fans and support system in the world.  My parents have been at almost every game and are responsible for the ball player I have become.  My brother and sister have made me tougher (because I am the baby and was picked on!) and have supported me through my successes and failures.  They also like to make me know that I have a lot of failures ;).  The parents of previous players still come to games and support me!  I am truly blessed with my fans and they give me all the more reason to go out there and play!  They give me more than snacks for road trips or the extra water they have in their cooler when I run out.  They give me more than a band-aid when I am bleeding or a napkin when I need to blow my nose.  They give me a sense of pride and accomplishment.  They humble me and help me remember that whether I fail or succeed, they have my back.  They remind me that I am not playing for myself.  I am fighting for all my teammates, the name across my chest and them; my number one support system. 




The Team:  




I stated earlier that every team I have been on has been different, but I can assure you that I have loved them all the same.  Sure I have my favorite teams I have played and some teammates I remain better friends with, but that does not make my experience with the teams any different.  Each year I create new memories on and off the field, I make new friends with the new additions.  It gives me chills trying to go through all the great friends and memories I have made in only my four years here at Siena College.  Each year I watch the seniors graduate and the freshman come in and grow up.  It disappoints me that I am the one leaving now.  No more playing catch phrase on 12 hour bus rides, no more picking on our coach together, no more laughing at my teammate when she falls flat on her face.  It is going to be very different next year to watch all my younger teammates going back to play for a new season and new goal, and I am simply going to be a spectator.  



As a kid you never think that you are ever going to leave your house league recreational team.  You think you will be friends and teammates with them forever.  I am so glad that this is not true.  I am still very good friends with a lot of kids I played with as a child, but the teammates you acquire as you get older leave a lasting mark.  Growing up you can see the enthusiasm get stronger and stronger with each new team.  Then when you get to college, everyone plays with heart and everyone plays with the same passion and the same will to win.  We all shed the same blood, sweat and tears.  This is what makes for sincere team bonding and friendships that last a lifetime.

The Game: 



  I saved the best for last to touch upon; the game.  The rush of adrenaline you get when you step on the field, hear the pregame music and feel your passion to play.  You close your eyes and just know that this is where you love to be.  The game is the fun part.  The practices are where you work hard and put in all the work to perfect those minuet details.  You fight through those extra sprints even though you are secretly shaking your head and want to kill your coaches.  But when it comes to game day, you are allowed to have fun.  You are allowed to play your heart out, leave every emotion on your sleeve and smile.  Whether you succeed or fail, softball (or any sport for that matter) should be enjoyable.  I think athletes lose this thrill and enjoyment sometimes.  I can say that it happens to me; I put too much pressure on myself to be perfect and make every play and be the player my teammates rely on.  Sometime I forget to just enjoy myself and love what I am doing.  But we as athletes need to think back, close our eyes and believe.  Take a step back and remember why we play in the first play… for the love of the game.










After reading this, you may think that I am completely insane that I love a “stupid game” so much.  But we all love different things and mine happens to be softball.  It’s not even the fact that I fell in love with game, but I fell in love with what the game has given me; the ups and downs, the memories, the friends, the glory…All of it.  It has taken up so much of my life that I can’t help but still love it.  I am a child at heart and being forced to grow up stinks!  I am outgrowing the sport that has done so much for me.  It has seen me grow up into the person I am today and to leave it behind seems crazy.  I am sure I will play on some coed, slow pitch teams but that does not seem the same.  That feeling of playing for something that matters with the best teammates in the world, will no longer be there.  It is going to be so different to see everything I have worked for, many of the dreams and goals that I have set come to an end.  Some in which I have accomplished and many that I wish I had another four years to have another try at.  But all good things must come to an end and I come ready to face a new chapter in my life.  I hope to bond with my children as I did with my parents over this game.  I wish everyone the ability to find something they are passionate about and use it to help them grow as a person.  Find something that you love and build on it and just enjoy doing it.  Don’t lose your love and enthusiasm.  I will always have a special place in my heart for softball and will never forgot the immense amounts of opportunities and joy is has given me over the years. 















Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Hindu Prayer by Tina Ramineni




            “What is that dot you all wear on your foreheads? Is it a tattoo?” This is a simple question I receive often from curious strangers and friends. Growing up in India, I always believed knowledge of the bhindi to be universal. However, I quickly realized how little Americans know about my culture. As I’ve traveled and embraced other cultures, I’ve also made it my mission to share my own with others. This documentary project is part of this attempt to shed light on my heritage.


 In the first photograph, my mother wears her bhindi and a saree, a traditional Indian garment worn by women. The bhindi represents the third eye and is placed in the area between the eyebrows which contains religious significance. In Hinduism, this region of the face symbolizes the sixth chakra, where negative energy escapes. The bindi reminds Hindus of their spiritual eye which allows them to see beyond the daily physical world. Only by using this eye do Hindus reach God. My mother also wears a sari, an icon of Indian culture.  Although saris have slowly become fashion statements, they retain a certain degree of religious and cultural significance. Hindu goddesses are usually only depicted wearing sarees and Hindu children often have a ceremony during their childhood in which they wear a saree for the first time. During the ceremony, friends and family come together to celebrate and pray. The red saree is worn in a traditional Hindu marriage, while white sarees are worn during funerals. While modern Indian women have begun to leave behind traditional garments due to the increasing influence of Western culture, many still proudly wear their sarees and bindi’s on a daily basis. For my mother, each saree contains a special significance, from the sarees of her younger years, to her marriage saree, to the sarees passed down from her mother. Thus, for her as for many other Indian women, the saree transcends its current role as a fashion statement and remains a reminder of their culture.





The brightly-colored bangles adorning my mother’s hands reflect the vivid colors found throughout India. Hinduism, and Indian culture in general, is an extremely colorful culture, and Indian men and women reflect this within their clothes and jewelry. Bangles come in a variety of designs, and colors, and certain bangles are worn during certain occasions. I can still remember the tears that would fall from my eyes as my mother would painfully try to push the extremely-small bangles over my wrists as a child.







These three photographs of lamps, called “deepum” in Telugu, symbolize the importance of light within Hinduism. Before a Hindu prayer begins, one of the most important steps is to light a candle or have some source of light. The gods prefer light and such light represents the inner light Hindus feel as they pray. Just as within other religions, light represents goodness and purity, a savior from the darkness and misery of the world. If you walk into any Hindu home, you will undoubtedly find a candle lit somewhere inside. The Hindu festival Diwali, meaning row of lamps, celebrates the triumph of good over evil with the lighting of numerous lamps with oil. Later in the Hindu prayer, the priest walks around holding the lamps, and each individual prays to the candles. For Hindus, light is the personification of God on earth, and his spirit can be seen within the burning flames of candles in temples across the world.


After the lighting has been prepared, food and flowers, along with holy water and scriptures, are brought to the Hindu version of the altar. Hinduism has thousands of gods, and no one altar will exactly resemble another. Each individual Hindu finds his or her greatest faith in a certain set of specific gods, and temples dedicated to each of the thousands of gods exist. The uniqueness of Hinduism in this aspect also makes the religion more personal. The religion has no universal ceremonial procedures, no common set of rules or beliefs. This shrine, made by my mother and grandmother, reflect their personal beliefs which are a result of their upbringing, region, and own choices. The incense in the front of the altar are, just as the fruit and flowers, an offering to the gods.

This may be my favorite image, in which I capture my mom praying, Most Hindus pray with their eyes closed and hands clasped together. Unlike in churches, temples rarely have pews or seating, and shoes are not to be worn near the altar. Most Hindus kneel or sit on the ground to pray. My mother usually sits completely still as she meditates and prays, and I have adapted a similar habit. Watching everyone’s habits while praying can reveal a little something about themselves. 


My grandmother shows off her mangalsutra, the equivalent to a wedding ring. During a Hindu marriage, a man ties a mangalsutra around a woman to symbolize his promised devotion to her. The thread of love contains three knots, representing the bride’s devotion to her husband, his parents, and to God. My grandmother’s nose ring also reflects her status as a married woman. My mother, although married in India, wears a wedding ring. In modern day, traditional customs such as the mangalsutra have been replaced by more modern rituals. However, my grandmother continues to wear her saree, mangalsutra, nose ring, and other parts of her culture everyday. Although she has lived in America for many years, she maintains her culture. I hope to do the same as I grow older


Emotions during the game: Andres Ortiz

For this documentary project I decided to capture the different emotions during a couple games in baseball. These emotions that I captured are very raw and real which is what I like most about these. I was able to capture these photo's sitting out of my game due to injury and I thought this was the perfect opportunity to take these. I have a wide variety of different emotions that happen throughout a game.


This photo captures a determining, focus that the picture has while he is  about to throw a pitch to the opposing batter.

After hitting a weak ground ball in a close game you can see how the runner almost looks as if he is running for his life to get to the base.

After number 7 (Mike Fish) hits a homerun, baserunner 6 (Vinny Citro) is ecstatic and overjoyed to score.

After getting his 3rd straight hit, number 28 (Brian Fay) showed a bit of cockiness and confidence on the bases. 

After a horrible strike call from the umpire, you can see the anger with the players in the dugout.

This is a photo of a pitcher who struggled to throw strikes, and he has a pessimistic expression as he waits for the umpire to make a call.

This shows a player after he struck out for the 2nd time in the game. He is one of our better players, so you can see his disappointment and defeat he had in this game. 


Rather than the emotions in the other picture, this shows that he has great trust in his ability and confidence.

This is a picture of a player who is in the game very focused, watching the opposing pitcher warm-up.

Here is a hitter using his whole strength to hit the baseball and you can see his face is almost going to explode.

I captured this photo of our coach who is walking away from the umpire after another awful call. You can see the disgust on his face.