Art Day—Eustacia Edition

Eustacia is a film studies major with an art minor at college, and she has an interest in photography. She likes to take her camera around campus on nice days and shoot interesting images of interesting things. This week, she won a photo competition at school with this image—the girl in the background is one of her friends. Cool, huh?

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dive said…

Yay, Eustacia! What a brilliant photo. A deserving winner.
I wonder where she gets her artistic eye from, Robyn?

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