daying county

the one who made it out - a playlist highlighting the talents of women of color in musical theatre

aquarius - hair // america - west side story // waiting for life - once on this island // breathe - in the heights // i speak six languages - the 25th annual putnam county spelling bee // prologue / little shop of horrors - little shop of horrors // that’s rich - newsies // we ain’t no cheerleaders - bring it on // eleven days - here lies love // helpless - hamilton // satisfied - hamilton // 911! emergency - bare: a pop opera // we’re okay - rent // the dark i know well - spring awakening // learn your lessons well - godspell // simple joys - pippin // the witch - big fish // i wonder where our love has gone - lady day at emerson’s bare and grill // sal tlay ka siti - the book of mormon // something wonderful - the king and i // i loves you, porgy - porgy and bess // it won’t be long now - in the heights // out tonight - rent // letterbomb - american idiot // the party goes with you - 35mm: a musical exhibition // i got four kids - caroline or change // where you are - kiss of the spider woman // by my side - godspell // your daddy’s son - ragtime // colored woman - memphis //


The Burren, located in Co.Clare, Ireland, is a limestone region of around 250 square km and is quite unique.

The rough, intriguing and attractive landscape was formed 320 million years ago under a tropical sea. Later it was shaped by ice, hard weather and, of course, human processes. The result is a wonderfully rich, undulating series of swirls, tiers, cliffs, caves, hollows and bare pavements, classical features of what is described as a ‘karst’ landscape.

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Christmas at the Mainstay by Shawn Colborn
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When I think about rebellion, the truth is that I never rebelled against my parents. There was nothing to rebel against. They were working class people. My mother was a waitress, my father was a truck driver - what’s to rebel against? Parental rebellion is a very Orange County thing, rebelling against your rich parents. And that certainly wasn’t my life.
—  Billie Joe Armstrong (Kerrang May 2010)

6:35 AM

I haven’t had a day off in nearly four months, so I was really looking forward to this particular Sunday morning.  No work, no responsibilities; I wasn’t needed anywhere for anything.  It was going to be beautiful to finally sleep in. I’m not overstating it, either, the concept alone was the only catalyst to see me through my entire work week.  

It was naturally a little confounding, then, to find myself awake and out of bed at 6:35 this morning.  Why was I awake?  It was as philosophically bankrupt as it was perpetually aggravating, so I decided that the only thing that actually did make sense that early in the morning was to make an event out of it.  The clouds were still hanging low in the sky from the day before, lazily making their way through the midwest and stopping in every residential pocket along the way.  A thick blanket of warm rain was about to coat the entire landscape, that much was for certain, but I’d woken up before it was ready to fall.  And since I was up and I was ready to do something, by seven AM I hit the county roads with a reckless abandon.  

One of my favorite things to do in this world is to just get lost for a little while.  I turn my cell phone off, throw a CD on in ol’ Betsy, and just enjoy the solitude.  When you drive long enough and far enough down these county roads, you can begin to feel like the only person alive in the entire universe.  There are no other sounds besides the ones your feet make as they crack the dead branches below your feet.  No human beings in overpowered vehicles.  If you get out of your car and walk through the woods, you’ll find that the trees block the wind enough that you even avoid it almost entirely, too. There’s truly nothing more instantaneously gratifying than the moment that you know you are far, far away from everything and everybody else.

I walked around for what seemed like an entire day but was really closer to three hours or so.  I snapped photos to my heart’s content.  And you know what?  I think this morning ended up being more refreshing to my soul than sleeping in would have ever been to my body.  I’ll sleep in when I’m old.

For now, give me the adventure.


“After minor run-ins with the law in El Paso and Los Angeles on drug and vehicle offenses, Richard Ramirez was imprisoned in Los Angeles for nearly five months in 1983 on an auto theft conviction. He was convicted again in connection with an auto theft in late 1984, and served 36 days in Los Angeles County Jail. Both times, he provided aliases to authorities. The Night Stalker killings began shortly after his second release. “


Lehigh, Iowa
Population: 416

“Located in a valley, Lehigh is divided in two by the Des Moines River, unusual for such a small town. Originally the two halves of Lehigh were two separate towns. While the town on the west side of the River was always called Lehigh, the east town was called Slabtown, and a piece of history marks the east side’s roots––a sign that hangs over the playground with the words ‘Slabtown Traders’ perhaps alluding to the flea market that occurs there every summer during Lehigh River Days. The ‘Slabtown Traders’ sign was blown over by a gust of wind in the summer of 2010. It survived several floods while being located on River St. Lehigh was surrounded by coal mines until the early 20th century and home to a large clay sewer pipe factory until the 1980s. Dolliver State Park, Brushy Creek State Recreation Area and Woodman Hollow State Preserve are located within a few miles of the town.“

-Lisa Frank Editorial For C-Heads Mag-
Photographed by Jared Kocka
Model: Terra Jo Wallace (Vision LA)
MUA: Daniele Piersons
Hair: Jonathan Mason
Stylist: Cara Bloom
Artwork by Amber Day