Shauna Chung | Senior Recital Posters

Shauna Chung, Piano Nails, and the Blossoms

I love this time of the year, when the trees begin to blossom. Sun on your skin, a light breeze blowing blossoms through the air… it’s a beautiful thing. (Side note: it seems as though the weather is taking its sweet time catching up… it’s still a bit chilly outside. But when the sun does make an appearance, it’s glorious!)

Shauna Chung, my dear sister-friend, is graduating in May, and her senior recital is in a few weeks. Here are some photos I took of her at her home in Dalton (a lovely place I call Chung Manor). Shauna had the idea of creating piano keys with her finger nails, so we did them just before shooting. Unfortunately, we didn’t have much light out, so I didn’t get as many shots as I would’ve liked to. But the ones I did get, I fell in love with. I hope you do too!

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the genius in my life: Shauna Chung. Words cannot express the love I have for this girl here, so I’ll let the pictures do the speaking.

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It Began with a Search for Popsicles

The last two weeks have been a blur of events.

Sunday morning began with Chad and Sid waking up after 8am. Normally this would have been fine, except that Sid needed to be at the Atlanta airport by 10:30am for his flight back to California. We finally hit the road close to 9am with Jeremy at the wheel. We made the 2 hour trip in record time; we pulled up to the Southwest terminal at 10:27am… exactly the time that Jeremy predicted we would get there (personally, I think he sped there just so that he would win that bet). Goodbyes were said and off we were to begin our food-ventures.

Chad, Shanni, Jeremy, and I wandered around downtown Atlanta. With just about everyone at church for Easter Sunday, it felt like a post-apocalyptic zombie-town. After some aimless driving, we decided to head to the Food Truck Park to meet my parents there for lunch. We meandered, we grubbed, and we said good-bye to my parents, who continued their drive back down to Florida.

Next on our list was a King of Pops. We checked locations and headed towards the closest one at Paris on Ponce. We arrived there, wandered in to the store in search of popsicles and discovered a magical land of wonder. We lost ourselves in this bohemian antiques and furniture store for a good hour before finding the King of Pops stand in the back; which, by the way, were absolutely delicious and totally worth checking out. We ate popsicles and continued our journey through Paris on Ponce. All we wanted were popsicles, and we ended up in the Narnia of antique stores. I need to go back there. Very soon. 

Senior recital posters for dear friends of mine: Jonathan and Paige.

That time of the year.

The world is showing signs of life again. Flowers are blooming. Leaves on trees are appearing. The weather is warming up. Friends are preparing to graduate. Which means graduation season is here and for all of my music major friends, it also means senior recitals.

It’s been a while since I’ve done any photographing (what a mistake on my part). My camera is currently going through some issues. Excuses, excuses, Niki. So I’ve borrowed a camera until I can get my mess together.

Jonathan and Paige will be performing their senior recitals (piano and flute, respectively) in the upcoming weeks. I’ve got their photos shot and edited for your visual enjoyment, and posters are in the works, so be on the look out for those.

Also, in other news, I have been working on the graphics for a short film called Railway of Hope. Read more about the film and its origins here, because it’s bringing attention to some very important issues concerning the suicide rates in Alaska. But as I said, I’ve been working on the graphics for this project. I’ve made the posters and all the accompanying Facebook images (which you can check out here). Shauna Chung has also been roped into working on this project.  She is writing the score for the film and I have captured moments of that creative process.