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So- I am officially 36! And, well, you know how each year feels no different and it's just a number and blah blah blah, well actually, 36 feels different!
Somehow I feel I have tipped the balance somehow and it is one of those ages where suddenly you are more unsure about your style and how you fit and how you want to present yourself...it maybe a season-change thing, because all of a sudden it really feels like autumn.
Anyway, I celebrated by mostly travelling to London with Damian, It wasn't too bad of a journey, but we are here for 3 weeks so we did bring a ridiculous amount of luggage :)
Paula bought me a birthday cake- we pretty much devoured it. I will selfie at some point, today has been spent recovering after the day of travel.
Current resolutions: stop overthinking life, click the shutter once and be happy with it.
Current youtube fixation: Sons of Pitches doing 'Wuthering Heights' dramatic and beautiful- worth a watch or several :)
Film, lomo LC-A. I love this because normally I would not. Make sense? No? Lieke is covered in shadows. Normally I'd reject a photo like this. But then I look at the tree, see shadows there, and I see the beauty in this suddenly. The point of doing a film shoot with a model was for me to learn NOT to overthink things. Point and shoot ;)
Light looks a little weird, it's the scanner's fault honestly :/ This picture looks so lovely as I'm holding it here in my hands.
Perhaps view on black?
We're picking up our new (well, secondhand, but it's new to us!) car later! Woot! (Dark turquoise/green-ish Renault Kangoo.)
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中國人有一句諺語: 認命。
你相信命嗎?
近來我覺得做人很難。做女兒, 姊姊, 學生等等... 全都很難啊! >_<
但人生就是這樣的。 有許多很難的決策。 無論我們決定做任何事情, 最終這個決定是好或壞也就是我們的決策。你同意嗎?
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"YOLO" is something I learned from my little sister. I do agree with the "Carpe Diem" meaning behind it, but I'm not supporting those who yell out YOLO for every impulse they choose to indulge in.
Lately I've been feeling that making life decisions has become harder and harder. It could be that I'm overthinking and thus overburdening myself. But with the many many roles that we play, it's hard to please everyone and not have one party feeling selfish.
I've come to think of it like this: There are no "good" or "bad" decisions. Sure, there are situations where doing one thing is very likely to put you in a bad spot, and thus making it a "bad" decision. But I think that we are the ones who make it so. The choice itself is a more or less neutral act, just a "way". Ultimately, it's what we DO after choosing, that makes the decision "good" or "bad". I wonder if I'm getting my point across...
Taken at the -other- chinese library at Robarts. There are 2, I've taken a photo at one of them before.
[Kodak Portra 400VC @f/2.8]
Everyone, meet Alex Gaskarth.
A poet, a musician, a lyricist, my hero, and the lead singer of All Time Low. I have known about their band since early/mid 2007 and still hate myself for not coming out to any of their shows back then. There's nothing much I can do about it now except complain.
You've probably heard of them by now, right? Six Feet Under the Stars? Dear Maria (Count Me In)? Poppin' Champagne? You get the gist. These four boys from Baltimore are making their way to the top of this music industry and I couldn't be happier. It annoyed me at first to know that they were gaining more and more acknowledgment each day. My friends would frequently ask me about them; questions I would have never thought I'd be answering. They were my secret, my sanctuary, MY band. But don't fret, I've gotten over that. From March to late June, I realized: things were changing. They weren't that little band anymore. They were growing. They were booming. They were living out their teenage dreams.
And my hopes for a picture or a quick conversation anymore were slowly slipping down the tubes.
It took me long enough to understand something: I needed to talk to Alex.
He is the only person I "know" to have such an intellectual and insightful mind at the age of twenty. He is proof that dreams do come true, with the right tools. He was the one who wrote the lyrics I relate to. He taught me growing up was overrated and taking my life seriously is a path I should stow away from. He is the person I look up to more than my parents. He is the reason for who I am. He was the reason I fell in love with this band. He is the reason I still am in love with this band. He is the kind of person I aspire to be....but probably won't.
I won't get into much detail...but basically... I knew ATL's schedule was busy, especially now-a-days. I stayed up on July 25, 2008 until 3 A.M. writing him a strongly-worded two page letter (see bottom left corner of picture).
I ran into him the next day at Warped Tour.
"Hey, Alex, I had so much I wanted to tell you...but I don't think I'll ever get the chance to anymore. So I wrote you a letter."
"Aw, really? Thank you so much! *hugs and stuffs in back pocket*"
Then he left for the acoustic set.
Sad thing is, I'll never know if he read it or not.
I didn't bother asking about it when I saw him two days later. It's been three months now and I still regret it to this day. That letter said everything-- from who I am, how much I appreciate him, why I wanted to speak to him, and why the letter was in purple ink. It would kill me to know he didn't read it. There's a slight chance I'm just overthinking the situation. Boost my self-confidence, please?
...Especially because I've been conjuring up the worst case scenarios....
He forgot about it 10 minutes after I gave it to him. It's somewhere on their bus. It fell out of his pocket. Someone stole it from him.
That's what I keep telling myself. Maybe I'll actually get to ask him at the end of the month. Maybe he'll remember. Maybe he's forgotten. Maybe I'll need to refresh his memory buy printing out another copy.
Maybe he read it........maybe.
When I purchased this camera for recording poker videos, I had no idea I would use it for any other purpose. And yet, here I am recording today's sunrise and capturing the whole setup with a secondary camera.
I've given it a lot of thought about how I can use the footage I'm recording. Whenever I decide on a project, the vast amount of time required for editing puts me off. I've ended up with hundreds of gigabytes of video files filling up hard drives. Not the best investment, neither for my resources nor my time.
Yet, I cannot stop capturing still and moving images.
It's a curse to overthink how you can make the best out of your time. You end up doing nothing productive, not giving one hundred percent of yourself, ultimately losing focus.
And one needs laser focus to succeed.
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BOX DATE: 1998
MANUFACTURER: Mattel
VARIATIONS: Blonde; African American; brunette
RELEASES: 1998 "standard;" 1998 "KB Toys"
BODY TYPE: 1966; molded B print panties; Twist 'n Turn waist; Shani arms; bend & snap knees
HEAD MOLD: 1991 "Bob Mackie"
PERSONAL FUN FACT: This gal was a mystery find in the "Bratz Guy Bin" of 2011. Earlier that same year, I had stumbled upon a loaded box of Bratz, Barbies, and other doll stuff at the local flea market. Instead of doing the smart thing and purchasing the entire lot upon finding it, I hand picked just a few dolls. I regretted the decision by the time I got home, and hoped to catch the seller the following Sunday. But he didn't show up at the flea market until the fall. By that point, the bin was picked clean and only a few scraps were left. Okay, so there was quite the selection of left overs, but it wasn't quality stuff. It was mostly the dolls without clothes, with permanent marker damage, and with butchered hair cuts. But I was determined to take what was left and make it my own. This Barbie caught my attention right away. While much of the stuff from the "Bratz Guy Bin" was from the mid 2000s, there were a few 90s dolls too. This gal's Mackie head mold gave away that she was one of the older ladies in the bin. I had no idea who she was, which was very frustrating. At the time, I didn't intend to keep every doll I acquired in a bin. Rather I went through the tedious process of looking at each doll and overthinking whether or not I should keep him/her. Secretly, I wanted to save them all, but for some reason I told myself I couldn't. I decided that I would only keep this Barbie if I could identify her. It was a stupid condition, but I must have truly wanted to keep this lady. I spent hours searching for her online. I was so new to doll identification, that I didn't know where to start, and I wasn't as thorough, which meant I often mis-identified stuff. I was so excited when I found this lady pictured on eBay. As soon as I confirmed her identity, it all made sense to me! I had seen this gal at pharmacies, like CVS, when I was a little girl. I remember ogling the Barbies in bathrobes and wishing my mom would buy me one. Plus, they were advertised on one of the bathroom playsets...which of course, I also wanted. Since places like CVS usually marked up their toys, Mom never bought me the "bathrobe" Barbie. Years later, this lady finally became part of the collection. Turns out, I already had her robe and part of her underwear set waiting for her! It was even more motivation to keep her. But don't worry, just about all the dolls from "Bratz Guy Bin" were kept after all, and are now part of a loving family! This doll was one of my favorite Barbies from the bin, and for that matter, from her era. She is a stunningly simple beauty who looks amazing in just about any outfit, or even without clothes!
Shot this photograph without overthinking. Had looked through a camera at this view through the doors in our living room while testing a lens before. The light and the foliage struck me then, how beautiful it was just like that, naturally. I wanted to take a photograph of it sometime, with just the right light.
i wonder about the history of things. i wonder who enjoyed this lovely wicker chair in her glory days. :) i wonder if 'she' graced a large front porch in Central Florida ... if someone sat there on some beautiful spring day, sipping iced tea. 'she' is still quite sturdy ... just in need of some t.l.c. 'she' caught my eye ... caused me to linger ... to think ... and wonder.
when i took these photos for my project over a year ago, I created the images to personify my own thoughts and feelings and yet now some I lack the ability to connect to. Maybe it's because things have changed, or perhaps it's because I've been stuck in bed all day and I'm overthinking too much - who knows, but it's probably all a bit too much for a gloomy monday afternoon.
Camera: Canon 700D
Location: Trebarwith Strand, Cornwall
Subject: Sam Jones
Photographer: Katie Jones
I've been meaning to make myself one of these for over a year. Decided to use my FMF scraps (sent by wonderful swappers, thank you!) a long time ago, but couldn't decide on a design. I definitely overthink things! Ashley's strip quilts were just the inspiration I needed :) Quilted with warm & natural batting.
Queens of their own story.
We poccess the power to write the stories we want to, having full control over where the narrative takes us, and where we lead to. Sometimes our stories make us into royalty; flourished and in full pride of who we are, other chapters consist of feeling like the pauper, knowing that your time will come back around to feel grand once more. I still feel like my story is to be told, where I may go is completely beyond me, but I like that. I am choosing to live as I so choose to; to not overthink and discourage feeling courageous. I hope you can all do the same and choose to be who you want to be, limitlessly, exploring yourself passionately, creatively and beautifully.
Models: Becky Sumner & Liv Grace
Makeup: Alicja Sedzikowska from The Perfect Beauty - makeup artist Liverpool
An art trade for Shin.
I'm actually horrified of showing this pic. I hope Shin likes it. If he doesn't, I hope he'll give me the chance to redeem myself. Aaaah! I'm overthinking it.
I was playing Street Fighter IV with my brother and I saw all these amazing concept art. I immediately fell in love with the art. Now, look what it has done to mine!
I wanted to draw Van's feet, but I ran out of paper.
Note: Even though everybody knows it, I'll say it anyway. Van is not my character. He is created by the utlra-cool P-Shinobi.
Lately, I've spend a lot of time alone, and when I'm alone I tend to think a lot about everything. Truth is, the more I think about some things, the less I understand them, and that's making me a bit crazy. It's so frustrating when you don't know and you can't understand why the hell something is happening, or why someone is acting differently. I can't help to overthink everything and I wish I could. And because of that I've been in a "state of nostalgia" completely insane, missing things I don't have anymore, wishing things I shouldn't wish and having to deal with the fact that I know that any of it will happen. Meh. I wish I had a turn off button to my brain.
Enough rant. I'll leave you some outtakes of today's photo, hope you enjoy it.
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The mind must always be in a state of flowing. Called in fiction simuflow by the Bene Gesserit, Migatte no Goku or Ultra Instinct by Dragon Ball Super. It's a sense of response by instinct and to quit overthinking.
I had this at one point. Responding on instinct. I think it's time I fine tune the instinct and remember what I was
... A statement on human trafficking
The idea of the word in the image being messed up, symbolising the messed up nature that any woman could be considered a product and trafficked.
Took a while to get the QR code to work, they're not as tolerant to the warping from the curves of a body as I hoped !
I probably overthink some of my photos
ok, so don't overthink, right? and don't worry too much about what you don't know, cause you'll be learning, right? be in the moment, right? being in the moment is a very hard thing for me to do BUT i do get glimpses and one of the ways that i do is by taking pictures. i get wrapped up. when i start to shoot something i'm not overthinking any more. i'm just there trying to do the very best i can.
BUT while i am trying to decide what to take a photo of i am overthinking. i am overthinking that i am gone from home 11 hours every day and so when i get home i better hurry and process the shots that i take (that is assuming i have had time during the 11 hours to take some). that's one of the reasons i couldn't decide for a while to do this project--i thought the pressure would really be too much. BUT i think this is going to be a good lesson for me. to slow down. to do my best. to not worry. it's only day 3 and i am trying to face that part. don't worry. this makes me happy. don't worry. do and learn.
this diatribe is probably more for me. but i want (when i can) to try to hold onto what i was feeling about the process on the day.
BOX DATE: None
APPROXIMATE RELEASE DATE: 2000
MANUFACTURER: Kid Kore
BODY TYPE: 1992; twist 'n turn waist; flexible rubber legs
HEAD MOLD: 1990
PERSONAL FUN FACT written by my sister: Kid Kore Katie became the most iconic, memorable persona in our doll games. While usually portrayed by my "Princess" Katie, a blond haired, blue-eyed beauty that came with a poodle, THIS was what our first Katie looked like. There is some dispute as to how our first Katie like this came into the house. Eighteen years have elapsed since then and, sometimes, Shelly and I don't agree on the details. According to Shelly, she bought Katie out of boredom, thinking the little doll was cute and not having a lot of money. Shelly and I realized she was related to Jodi, who Shelly had a much older doll of from the very early 90s. We wound up interested in Kid Kore dolls and, shortly after Shelly bought a Katie exactly like this, bought our first My Big Sister Kelsey and Jodi dolls in the leopard outfits.
While I admit that Shelly's version is probable, before Shelly told me what she thought happened--that "Bumblebee" Katie was our FIRST store bought Kid Kore doll--I originally remembered it differently. What I recalled was this: We bought Kelsey and Jodi in the leopard outfits first, then we bought the ones in the cowgirl outfits. Shortly thereafter, Shelly bought "Bumblebee" Katie because, yes, she was bored and had a few bucks, upon realizing that she was supposed to be their sister. Either story could be what really happened. In any case, we no longer have our original Katie or any of our Kelseys or Jodis and, truthfully, I couldn't confidently say which of my remaining childhood Katie dolls is the oldest surviving. However, we agree on the following facts--a Katie exactly like this was definitely our very first Kid Kore Katie, Shelly was the original owner, Shelly played with her first, for a brief time, got bored, and transferred her to me. I believe, but can't say for sure, that, by the time we got our second Katie, she went straight to me.
This doll brings back a thousand memories. The earliest ones involve the early days of our Kid Kore phase--playing with our Kid Kore dolls out by the swing-set and slide. Then I remember Kelsey and Jonathon's wedding. The actual doll wedding? A blur. Maybe an hour long, probably much less. The preparation for the wedding? Hours. Days. We spend an eternity making fake food out of paper and decorations. We were "boycotting" Barbie at the time and didn't want to use our actual Barbie groceries. This small event shows how much things have changed, yet how they have not. Nowadays, we don't waste our time "boycotting" any doll. We buy what we like, if we can afford it, and we don't overthink it. In many ways, it feels more innocent and pure than it did back then. However, this summer, Shelly and I spent HOURS cutting food pictures from newspapers to make backdrops to use for doll photography. It is the same playful, creative nature--but always geared toward dolls--that hasn't altered. I would say this shows that I've kept the better part of who I used to be but actually become more childlike in terms of no longer overthinking dolls and just enjoying like an excited kid.
Katie also brings back memories of getting our Real Friends doll house for our Kid Kore family. Looking at this doll makes me visualize where we had the house set up in the basement and everything. It also makes me remember where in Shelly's room we were playing "Boardinghouse" with Shelly's old dollhouse. Because it was a house made for little figurines, not Barbies, the dolls couldn't stand well in it. However, the top floor was open. I remember, vividly, playing with my first "Bumblebee" Katie and my second one, who I believe was from a holiday set and wore a blue velvet dress. I remember dropping their laundry over the side of the house. I can't really remember the plot to "Boardinghouse"--if there was one--but I remember playing with Katie dolls.
When I started getting more into Katie, not just as the third sister and LONG after the "Barbie Boycott" and general Kid Kore obsession were over, I had a lot more dolls and my little bumblebee was no longer played with as much. Shelly got me two Kid Kore Katies for Christmas when I was in eighth grade (I think, may have been seventh). I'd also found a couple secondhand, I believe. This Katie was shelved. However, I always nurtured a real soft spot for her. Therefore, when the "Princess" Katie permanently stole my affection and gained permanence in all our stories, my original Katie and one of the ones from Christmas became her two "frenemies." They were the girls she hung out with at school but they were a bad influence and encouraged Katie to do bad things. We joked, back then, about all Kid Kore dolls having the same names. So, Katie and her two besties were all called Katie but had different last names. My doll like this was Katie Kores and my Winterwonderland Katie was Katie Kids. (Creative much...) What about the other Katie I got for Christmas with Katie Kids? She's my only African American Katie and, to be honest, I liked her so much that I couldn't make her Katie's frenemy. Years later, I dubbed her "Holly" because I always thought of her that way. Those were my four favorite Katie dolls back in 2002--"Princess" Katie (the original before the arm broke), Katie Kids, Holly, and, of course, Katie Kores. So, why then, if I still have Holly, Katie Kids, and both "Princess" Katies, did my original little redhead disappear? By the time she starred almost daily as the mean girl in school (and she played the REAL mean girl's gullible friend--very ditzy, more misled than actually mean...Katie Kids got to be the real villain!), she had hair cut to her chin that was frizzy and matted and had discolorations all over her body. She was so far gone that, when it was time to pair down our collection as adults and throw away the really bad ones, she and Sun Jewel Kira were those dolls we WANTED to save, that we never would willingly have parted with, but couldn't save. Albeit, this was before we knew about the re-root. Truthfully, even with the flat iron, my first doll could not have been saved without a reroot--and if I'd known about the reroot? She'd still be here. Around 2012, my Katie collection--once massive--was under ten. Shelly told me that if I paired it down further, she'd give all my remaining girls re-roots because, honestly, Kid Kore dolls have very cheap hair and, at the time, she wasn't as skilled with a flat iron. I am SO glad Shelly learned how to flat iron so well. Every since she did, I have been trying to re-buy this doll. I remember a couple years ago, during my April vacation, being miserable, sick over my week off, and suddenly perking up as my hunt to find this doll led me to identifying some of my Katie clothes. That hunt, like so many others, was fruitless. However, sometimes we find things when we stop looking. It's not like I'd given up on finding her, she just hadn't been on my mind the day in question. I was looking to identify what looked like Kid Kore Kelsey outfit of sorts we'd unearthed in the "$6 Build-a-Bag" in fall 2018. Suddenly, among the eBay listings, I found the doll in the picture for "$20 or Best Offer." Shelly was in the bathroom. I yelled, "Shell!?" "What?" "How much would you let me spend on my first Katie?" "What?" She came into the room and I showed her the listing. She said to offer fifteen. The seller accepted instantly! (If I weren't broke, I'd have paid more than twenty for her in a heartbeat.) In days, I was opening a doll I had last seen in the box eighteen years earlier. While I was at work, Shelly flat-ironed Katie's hair so that she doesn't end up like our original. She also made her a cute hair clip with a bee on it! At the end of the day, do I regret that my original "Katie Kores" is not here? No, I think the best attitude to approach it with is the one Shelly has when people ask her if she's sorry that she gave up doll collecting for five years in her teens, "No because sometimes you appreciate something more when you don't have it for a while." It's true. I could not appreciate finding this Katie any more than I do. She may not be my childhood doll, but the journey I went on to find her, and my memories with my first doll, is something I wouldn't change.
Here we see an almost-textbook postwar Modernist dorm: lift-slab concrete frame construction, brick infill resting on the slabs, and anything extending beyond the prism requiring a different expression, in this case a lighter-weight steel frame for the fire stairs, plugged onto the terraces at the short ends of the bar. One hopes that if the building catches fire, it doesn't do so in winter, but nevermind - based on my own undergrad experience many miles away, I bet those are great hangout spaces.
This is SOM - not sure of the lead designer - and in this shot, I was consciously trying to mimic the kind of perspective chosen for the official photos, which so emphasizes these interesting end conditions that the evident symmetry of the elevation is partially suppressed. I'm not sure you could really get far enough away to take a 'flat' view anyway, so maybe I'm overthinking things. This is a nice period piece - perhaps not the most thrilling thing ever put on a campus, but for its genre it's not offensively ugly, and has a little more crispness and dynamism than most buildings of its ilk. The people who designed this thought it was important that certain things be certain ways; even if we might question their dogmas now, it does lend buildings like this a kind of coherence, perhaps even that slippery word "integrity."
It was the 2nd time I visited this location. The first time I tried to visit it some weeks ago. After a long walk through the forest I entered the domain and immediately I saw a man walking there. He looked like a gardener or caretaker. He did not notice me but came walking my way. I freezed, and in seconds was overthinking my next move: Wait and hide or run back through the dense forest. In milliseconds I chose the seconds option and run through the forest. The man must have been thinking there was a pack of deer wandering the surrounding forest.
This second time I planned a day of exploring with a team mate who more or less found this castle himself. He already visited it three times, but I had to go there another time to get my pictures. So, my friend visited Château Henri for the 4th time
When we walked around the castle I noticed people inside. A lady with a big smile waved at us and we could enter the castle. We shook hands and found out that I know the guy who was there with his girlfriend. They come from Germany and we have had contact through Flickr and FB. It was very nice meeting each other and again this shows what a small world UE is.
We did our thing, and after some time we were done and left the castle. As we had lovely weather we all walked towards one of the pools to take some outside shots before we leave. Suddenly we heard the sound of a motorscooter and within no time there were two guys on a motorscooter in front of the castle. Damn, were fooked!! We slowly walked our way to the entrance, but 20 meters before we were there the motorscooter showed up and we were stopped. After some smarttalk the guys were more at ease. It was the gardener and one of his friends. The gardener looked after the castle for 22 years already. It was a very friendly guy, but still he called the police.
After waiting for 30 minutes I started to friendly annoy this gardener by asking him every 5 minutes where the police are. And everytime he excused himself and every time he called the police again where they were. I need to continue this, as the police will be fed up with the man at one time In the meantime we changed memorycards and decided what our story would be.
After 45 minutes the police arrived. My plan was to lie flat on our bellies and start photographing small flowers as soon as we saw the police. Unfortunately we didn’t After some ID checks our bags were opened (but not searched) and the gardener excused himself as he needed to do some groceries. Pretty awkward, but ok. And again, we were excused by the man that it took so long before the police came, and I started to feel sorry for the guy. But the best part is yet to come….
The police asked us where our cars are parked. Our German friends were parked two streets to the right, and we were parked two streets to the left. The officer decided to join the Germans and walked to their car for a small car search. We were asked to walk to our car and wait there until they come to us. I cannot believe this happened. If I had some contraband in the car I had plenty of time to hide it before our car was searched. I could have buried all AK-47′s which were hidden in my trunk before the police popped up. Unbelievable country this is…. We drank a cup of coffee together and headed towards the next location…
This castle was built in the 1930′s by the owner of a nearby textile company. It was in his posession till the 1990′s when the castle and it’s domain was sold to a wealthy couple. They completely redecorated the place for which they spent a little fortune. The long driveway was asphalted and the place was furnished with the most expensive furniture which fitted the design of the castle. After some time the couple got arrested for some reason and the castle was sold to a bank who wants to gain some of their money back which they lost to the couple. Unfortunately it is for sale already for some years, and with it’s price being around the € 3 million I guess it will be for sale for some time. Luckily the place is well maintained by the gardener, and really hope he will still have it’s job once the castle is sold…
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Prompts: Sittin' in the garden, I'm a couple glasses in. I was tryna count up all the places we've been. You're always there, so don't overthink. I'm so over whites and pinks.
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Finally back in the studio and letting things flow. I was definitely overthinking things for awhile there.
339 / 365 : The Art of Learning
Learning : /ˈlərniNG/
The acquisition of knowledge or skills through experience, practice, or study, or by being taught.
As Seneca once said, it's not the destination that matters, it's instead the travel you go through to get there.
That single wise sentence can be applied to any aspect of life, and I truly believe in it.
With learning it's the same : it's not the knowledge we acquire at the end, but it's what we learn from the process that really makes the difference and enriches us.
Tomorrow we will all be 25 days away from our goal, a photo a day for a year. And i can't help myself but to start thinking about what this project means, meant and will mean for me.
And the first thing that comes into my mind is : what i've learned. And what i realized i want to learn next. And how much i know i still got to learn before i can even THINK i got somewhere or achieve any goal.
I was obsessing myself with this kind of thoughts in the last days, especially this afternoon after lunch.
Every time i feel i'm overthinking about something, every time i realize i'm falling in a vicious circle of never ending thoughts, i just drop them and go somewhere else, keep my mind busy.
Today was no exception.
So i grabbed my camera, gloves, scarf, and hit the roads, live i've been doing almost every day of this year so far.
But it's freezing cold outside, roads are icy and slippery, snow everywhere. On top of that, every natural light you could wish for, inevitably leaves the scene at 3 pm now.
3.30pm and it's all black. Or almost.
So you have one option : subway. And subway it was.
So here i was, a few hours later, a few dozen of shots later, on my way back with something that i thought was going to be my shot of the day but... as soon as i stepped down from my train, i saw the colors on the ground. I saw lines, i saw that red jacket, i heard the next train was going to be there soon. And i remembered that i always wanted to take a shot like this.
And i took it. A few trains passed before i could get this one but, for some reason, the guy in the red jacket stood there, all the time, till i left.
And, hey, what a coincidence, the shot perfectly fits the new cross-processing technique i was learning in the last few days!
And hey, what a coincidence, this shot looks better to me than any other i took today.
And hey, i'm learning again.
This project never stops teaching me, and i'm still wide open to learn. It's simply a great feeling.
Camera Info: Nikon D300 | Samyang 8mm (ƒ/3.5) @ 8mm | ƒ/22 | ISO 400 | 1 s — Camera Handheld
Holding on whatever messes with your mind and soul isn't always a good idea.But what happens when you overthink whatever it is that you hold back in your heart?You get scared and you think of the most tragic scenarios of all the possible ones.
What if you share all those that you keep inside?Maybe something good will happen and you might save all your teardrops before they get to be a permanent waterfall falling from your eyes.
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My first post and man, did I overthink it. lol It was a cold, cold, January today, in Gunnison Colorado. Brrr!
Gen-Z - thinks - overthinks - develops - imagines - everyday life is hard to manage - disappears into the world of old books - it is hard to be 'the last generation' - the responsibility is exhausting - Part 2
It's a busy week, so I'm thankful for the free theme and not having to overthink it. This chipmunk was hanging out near the bird feeder, and I decided to give it a monotone treatment.
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Prompts: Sittin' in the garden, I'm a couple glasses in. I was tryna count up all the places we've been. You're always there, so don't overthink. I'm so over whites and pinks.
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Thank you for your visit, faves, and kind comments. 😊
welcome to february, the odd month out!
i really don't know what this is, I just went outside to take photos and ended up on the floor, for some reason.
apparently I overthink, which is why I'm getting such bad grades on my informative essays, cause I end up trailing off in different ways.
I should now type in simple sentences.
i'm going to thailand in five days! woot!
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Do you ever get those days that emotions have you so rooted down you could feel like it’s where you’re meant to grow! I often I feel like that - I find that sadness and sorrow are the reasons why I feel like I’m stuck half the time and most of that is just stuff I overthink about!
This image I made round the corner of my house as I feel in love with the vine roots around the garages and whilst it is a odd shape - I love how eerie it helps to make the whole image!
Tell me what emotion do you find yourself growing from and what do you try to feel!