Josiah's PJ Photos

We have many great teachers at LBCC. I had the opportunity to interview one of these great teachers, Mr. Urista, over email. Mr. U has been a teacher at LBCC for about 11 years and teaches many classes in the communications field. At the beginning of 1st term, I took his Comm 111 class and enjoyed it greatly. When I decided I wanted to learn about the teacher's view of the pandemic he was the first person who came to mind. His answers to my questions helped me understand what Covid was like for our professors and the unique struggles they deal with. For many people that was the word they would use to describe the pandemic, struggle. When I asked Mr. U if he had a word that described his experience with Covid he said “disconnected”. We all had a different experience with covid, but most of us did not enjoy the last two years. For many students school was part of that negative experience. The lack of communication from both sides led to some confusing school years and made many stude

     Before I read this book, I thought that it was going to be a detailed account about how to take quality pictures and Lynsey Addario’s journey to finding that out. Although “It’s What I Do” might cover some of that, it is much more of a grounded, detailed account of her struggles in the field and in life. Her accounts of dangerous missions and intense interactions with people from other countries filled every chapter. These stories and her book have changed how I view everything from relationships, America’s involvement in the Middle East, all the way to photojournalism as a whole.      One of these crazy stories stands out despite being a small moment in the grand scheme of the book. When Lynsey was in Afghanistan, she had to deal with American soldiers frequently. How their involvement was affecting the community was a big part of her story she was putting together there.  She talks about how they were looked up to by some locals and hated by others. This was because they were in

     One of the staples of the Corvallis community is the local Farmer's Market. 1st Street turns into a melting pot of locally sourced products every Wednesday and Saturday morning for 32 weeks out of the year. I personally have many memories of getting popsicles by the park, running in the rain to grab a fresh loaf of bread, and playing in the water nearby with my family.                                                           The three guarantees in life are death, taxes, and it's going to rain in Oregon. Thankfully, that doesn't stop the shoppers or vendors from still showing. Wednesday markets usually have different shops open and have a little less of a lively feel. That gross feeling you have when it's overcast goes away the second you enter an enthusiastic vendors space, though.                                                           Jensen Taueu proudly shows off his businesses art above, holding back a smile while his wife beams from out of frame. Mr. Taue

Ready for a ReturnTrip to Baja Sometimes, when it’s too cloudy outside, I like to remember my trip to Mexico. I can still feel the warm sand between my toes, cold drink in my hand, and cramped face muscles from smiling too much. The cramps also might have been from me forgetting my sunglasses and my desperate attempts to squint the sun away, but it sounds a lot cooler to say it was from smiling.  Cerritos Beach was the highlight of my summer and ended up being even better than I expected. Those memories help me through dreary days and give me something to look forward to, assuming I have the privilege of going back. That was something that wasn’t in question for me or my family, we all knew we wanted to come back once our week was up. My family usually doesn’t travel a lot, so this trip was a big deal for us. We decided to avoid the terrible weather at home and go to Cerritos for about six days. When we went, it was during Christmas. As the snow fell at home, I got to bask in the ray