Amanda Knox
The Japanese garden in the Arboretum. To view this image on your phone you'll need an inexpensive, cardboard photo viewer (Google Cardboard) to make it appear as a 3-D viewable image.

Amanda's View: Photo Sphere

By Amanda Knox
The first Photo Sphere I ever saw transported me to the Valle de Cocora. I was standing in the middle of rolling hills so green they looked radioactive. I turned around myself, slack-jawed and gazing up at impossibly tall palm trees with bright white trunks and pom-pom heads. The sky was a happy Pantone 292, stretching out forever, pierced only by a burst of white gold that was the sun. It was a scene straight out of The Lorax, but all green and white and real.
I didn’t even know there was a place in the world that looked like the Valle de Cocora. I had never seen anything even close, and I’ve traveled to Germany, Mexico, Italy, Canada, Japan… And this wasn’t like looking it up on Google and looking through the postcard perfect images. This Photo Sphere felt like stepping into the paradise frozen in time. And it was. This was from Chris’s trip to Colombia—a moment he documented in every direction.

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Amanda's View: Costumes

By Amanda Knox
It was partly travel fatigue, but mostly the placement of the the TV screens. Splitting huevos rancheros for breakfast at the airport, Chris and I kept catching ourselves trailing off in conversation and looking over each other’s shoulders. A game show called “Let’s Make a Deal” was on. A pretty woman wearing a midnight blue gown, a pageant sash, and a tiara was debating whether to risk her winnings in order to go for the dining room set. In the background, the rest of the audience was in costume too—there were cowboys, clowns, robots and Peter Pans. I gave myself over to it.
“It’s remarkable how much people in costume look like people in costume,” I said.
“You mean, instead of looking like the thing they’re dressed up as?” Chris said.
“Yeah. Like that Roman gladiator in the back row with the plastic shield and helmet all askew.”
“Is this a Halloween edition? They probably just gave all the audience members cheap costumes as they walk in the door.”
“Yeah. Like, that guy does not look pleased to be wearing those pink bunny ears.”
“What’s this guy supposed to be? Hip-Hop?”

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Amanda's View: Party

By Amanda Knox
Last week Chris and I threw a housewarming party. It used to be that a couple didn’t move in together until they were married and ready to start a family. In the 1950s, my Oma lived in an all-female dormitory, and only came into contact with men her age at specially organized dances, like the one where she met my Opa. Social norms loosened up significantly by the 1980s, but my mom was still living with her sister prior to getting married and moving in with my dad.
Back then, a housewarming party was like a baby shower. It was expected that the new couple needed furnishings and housewares. Furthermore, it used to be much more common that couples settled into their new homes for the long run. Even if they couldn’t afford to buy their house yet, they were investing themselves in a community. They could expect that their future kids would be riding bikes and building forts with the other kids on the block.

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