This magazine is a compilation of original pictures and
articles by Mamaroneck High School students. Many of
these students are enrolled in the Photography program.
This is a showcase of their work.
If you have any comments about the magazine,
would like to share your thoughts about a particular
picture, or submit something to the magazine, please
e-mail us at MHS-Photography@mamkschools.org.
Your comments may be posted.
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Photography By Aaron As you look at me, take a picture of my soul, capture the moment that we both shared in your lens, and set forth for the world to see. Set it forth for the world to read what it says, what it hides, what it announces, and as you look at me taking a picture of my soul, I feel free to know you do not pass judgment on me. You just simply allow me to be free. To be me as I am As you look at me.
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LOVE
By Shauntina
Why is it so wrong for me to love so strong?
Yes, mama, I'm young and my life has just begun.
But what I feel is better than real.
More real than life.
Sharper than the sharpest knife.
Wetter than the wettest rain
Glamorous, prestigious and still so plain.
Why is it so wrong for me to love so strong?
Yes, mama, I'm young and my life has just begun.
But the love I possess causes butterflies, from my stomach to my chest.
Causes a flutter in my heart
Warm saltwater drops from my eyes
An infectious sleep takes me to a utopia for dreaming
Every touch is gentle, every smile is white
Every day prepares me for a warm cuddly night
Every fear comes alive
All possessions become shared.
Every truth has two meanings
Every lie fears being exposed.
All my days I live for you until we both grow old.
When nights are warm and days are cold.
Baby it's your brown puppy eyes that make me weak
Your warm touch that makes me quiver in speech.
Why is it so wrong to love so strong?
Yes, mama, I'm young and my life has just begun
But you're the one I love
You are the puzzle peace I need
When my soul is hungry you are its only feed.
See, mama, It ain't wrong for me to love so strong.
Cause this love is softer than a cumulus cloud.
Louder than a symphony, kind of loud
Like a fantasy reality has never seen.
Like a book revealing the steps to eternal means
I breathe you and you are in me in everything we do
Life can hold no greater thrill than making love with you.
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An Article By Stacey with a little help from Meredith* Banana peels. Commonly seen with monkeys, slapstick comedians, and in breakfast cereals. And here one dangles (with a half-eaten banana in it no less) from one of those "S" hooks on a tree. How can this phenomenon of a picture be explained? Is it a sign? An omen? A prophecy? Sent by the gods to tell us to stop eating apples? We will never know. Unless, of course, we threaten the photographer and demand of him the methods to his madness... (not that I'd ever do that or anything.) Until then, it is a mystery. Sure, when we look at a picture there's the "oh, how pretty" and "ooh, what color" but there's also the "why?" Why ever would someone feel compelled to hang a banana peel from a tree and take a picture of it? And why does it rest there so delicately, so starkly pale against the dark tree, with the silver metal glistening in the sunlight? We would not expect a banana peel on a tree to be a beautiful photograph, or even a sensible one, but in this case it is. Sometimes photography can defy even the soundest prejudgment. Especially when fruits and shrubbery are going public with an illicit love affair. |
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Credits
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Editor-in-Chief Guimel Web Editor Nhu Art Editor Mariel Public Relations Nhu, Robin, Kim Chief Webmaster (Web Layout) Guimel, Robin, Nhu, Mariel, Amy Photo Selection Supervisor Dana, Nhu, Guimel Chief Humor Columnist Stacey Humor Columnist in Training Meredith* Advisor of Affairs Kim Chief of Security Dana
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Staff
Meredith* Catherine Lauren Rachel Catia Faculty Advisors Photography - Vince Nanni Visitor # |
