View allAll Photos Tagged Overthinking
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.
//
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.
DSC_7863
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.
Made with #midjourney
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!
32/365
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!
A couple of weeks ago a man, much more knowledgable about photography than I am, gave me a lot of stuff to think about. Like the way I make pictures. This whole project has been learning about seeing a nice image, but also about accepting your own work. I catch myself frequently overthinking an image, sometimes going back to a scene to remake it for that littlebit extra technical perfection. But pictures don't need to be perfect! Every imperfection is part of the story that in image tells. My job as a photographer is to catch the light onto a sensor or film, and there it should end for me.
Ofcourse I enjoy a bit of post-processing, i sometimes do like changing the feel or athmosphere of an image. But that doesn't improve my quality as a photographer. I'm trying to measure my skill by the number of times I look on the back of my digital camera, something we do unnoticed, until you grab an analog camera, like my Mamiya 645 depicted here. One chance to get it right, and no quick re-takes if you get it wrong. You learn by getting punished. One film exposure at a time.
When i'm done with this project, I plan on letting my digital camera at home more often.
Friday, August 31, 2018.
34,118 miles.
This is mulch, not tea leaves.
//
What. A. Weird. Day.
Like, weird but oddly endearing and kind of also a lot of "wtf is happening right now" but also....ok let's do this.
I'm tempted to just leave this right here, but then there would be lots of assumptions being made about if my clothes came off or not (spoiler, the answer is NO, lol), so let's recap.
Roadtrippers (the app) told me about this giant sun dial that's shaped like a lady's leg. Cool cool cool. This trip is all about ridiculous randomness, right? Right. Clearly I have to check said leg out.
The app alludes to the fact that it was in a nudist resort community situation, but they made it seem like it used to be that, and it was unclear whether or not it was operational. I assumed (incorrectly) that if it was an ACTIVE NUDIST RESORT, it would be a bit more-clear. Nope. Definitely wrong.
I pulled up and it's in this heavily wooded area that was MUCH further away from the highway than I thought and it became very clear that I needed to talk myself into getting out of the car, haha. But you know, it's the last day of the trip.
I've seen a LOT of things this summer.
I didn't come this far, just to come this far.
So (fully clothed), I parked outside the office and begin to really take in what's happening around me. SO MANY uh, elderly, people...totally. naked. And like, tan in places that people shouldn't be tan!? Keep it together, Ali. Keep it together.
Kept it together long enough to ask the woman at the desk if uh, there was a sun dial...shaped like a lady's leg? (One of the strangest sentences I've ever said.) And she takes me around the corner to see it, but tells me I can't take photos.
It's Labor Day weekend and they're super busy and "you can't have all of Uncle Joe in the background of your picture and we don't really allow cameras here". Oh dear Lord.
Ok, cool cool. I thank her, very nicely, and walk/run back to my car to compose myself. I take a breather long enough to realize that the reason there are blankets on all the golf carts is so people's bare behinds don't stick to them. LITERALLY the only thing these people had on their bodies were cheapo sandals. Like, the $3 ones that you buy to shower with in college.
Holy Jesus.
Deep breaths, Ali. Deep breaths.
At this point, I'm just really sad that this is the last day of my trip and I saw the lady leg but couldn't take a photo of it. But I was like, ok. Listen, self. You're never going to see these people again...just go back in, explain to them how you got to where you are right now, and ask if they can take a photo.
The clothed lady pawned me off on her coworker (who was very young and nervous to ask her if he could take a picture for me - thankfully he was also clothed), who graciously agreed to take a photo. He even took two - and asked me if I wanted to be in one. Insert photo above with the most skeptical thumbs up ever.
I'm not gonna lie - despite the hilariousness and ridiculousness of all of this - it felt fitting for the last day of this ridiculous adventure.
I barely kept it together the rest of the day, and am pretty certain that I just chuckled to myself for most of the rest of the drive.
After the nudist resort, I wanted to pass by the house that Michael Jackson grew up in, especially because we just passed what would have been his 60th birthday, and I thought it'd be cool to see. Definitely cool, and in the middle of a residential neighborhood (don't know why I didn't expect that), and after that...it was on to Chicago!
I stayed at a Ramada near O'Hare, and treated myself to an actual sit down dinner (for $28!). The waitress and I became bff's and I heard all about her schooling and side job as a waitress and gosh it just made me so glad that I'm past the having-to-work-in-restaurants phase of my life.
I'm actually not entirely certain what phase of my life I'm in exactly? Starting over? Figuring it all the F out? But aren't we all in those phases like, at all times? Maybe with varying levels of severity, which brings me back to the Polly quote at the top of today's post.
I don't know how much of the context of the article I agree with, but the tea leaves part really stuck with me. This is life, full stop. Right? How much time do we spend reading into and overthinking things and not just...living?
Rhetorical question because I feel like I'm guilty of doing a lot of overthinking (aren't we all?), but I also feel like this trip is re-teaching me what it's like to actually live life. There are a lot of parts (more than I think, actually) of me that have gotten buried over the past few years, and that's no one's fault but my own, but it's time to start to dust them off.
im tired of waiting. of wondering. and imagining what it could be. Or what it could've been. Im tired of pacing. I'm tired of being held back. I'm tired of not getting back up. Of not moving on. But I will. Some day. somehow.
And I'll start from scratch with my life. Lose negative things, to gain positive. Let go of friends, to meet new ones; better ones. Because I've learned that quality friends aren't friends who you've known the longest, but those who stick with you no matter what. I'll explore. I'll ask questions. I won't doubt on myself. I'll forget the past, and make more space for better memories that'll come my way. I'll open new doors, and not only imagine, but put everything i think of into action. I'll dare myself to do the impossible. Because that's what life is all about. I'll enjoy the little moments, and even more the bigger ones. I'll make the best out of negative things. And I'll be happy with myself. I'll find happiness within, not throughout anyone.
And I'll inspire someone to do the same. I promise.
I have probably mentioned before that I have a tendency to overthink a problem..?
This new series of faux limestone pendants requires some BIG jump rings--the problem is, that's a bit hard to get locally in the copper color I want, so I set about feverishly going through my wire supplies, wrapping, hammering, generally driving myself crazy--then, the Duh?! moment:
looking up above my bench, is some heavy copper link chain--got it on sale, of course. And what is it, grasshopper, but a bunch of heavy copper unsoldered jump rings?!!
Always see things for their potential, not their intended use..sigh.
Namaste.
From the Faux Limestone tutorial--see profile for details
Overthinking can be overwhelming and debilitating. Sometimes, my mind is pushed to the brink of insanity. One wrong move can change everything. But everyday, I choose to move forward taking one tentative step at a time to an uncertain finish line.
These past few months have taught me a lot. I have learned to accept that, sometimes, things don't make sense. I have decided to let go of the things I cannot change and control.
Doha, this is going to be an interesting and epic journey.😊 Let's do this!
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…
Please visit www.preciousdecay.com for more pictures
We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.
I can't decide if I like this or not because I'm not pleased with the whole font thing. \m/ i'm super stressed out at the moment. hope everyone is doing well.
"I know everyone probably expected I'd choose Chipotle but I've never kept that a secret. French fries have always been, and still are, my guilty pleasure. I remember always hitting up McDonald's on my cheat days and ordering up a fuck ton of fries."
-Gabe
I feel like I've been overthinking my photos the past few themes so I decided to go with something a bit more simplistic this week.
“You can’t be that kid standing at the top of the waterslide, overthinking it. You have to go down the chute.” – Tina Fey
From the "mk2, mod 0" I'd guess this is a U. S. Navy or Marine object. Rather than U. S. Army. For guns and tanks and that sort of discrete, utilitarian, object, the U. S. Army uses "M1A1" kinds of nominclature, which mean, essentially, the same as a Navy "Mk 1, Mod 1". M1A1 is a version of the Abrams main battle tank, for example, made between the M1 and the M1A2. M4 was the familiar WWII Medium tank that most of the world knows as a Sherman. Probably even the Army calls them that, now, but "M4 Medium Tank" is the official name. Using Civil War generals (Sherman, Lee, Grant, Stuart) as names for US tanks in WWII was a UK innovation that the US only slowly adopted.
The weakness of this system is that there's a M1 or Mark 1 or Mk 1 of everything- so when you write "Mk 1" it could be a display board, inflatable dinghy or atomic bomb. It *really* could be an M1 Abrams tank, an M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle, M1 Carbine or M1 Helmet, to name one modern and 3 WWII objects. M3 is about as bad, there being an M3 armored car, M3 medium tank, M3 light tank and the M3 version of the Bradley Fighting Vehicle.
Once you're out of the single digits, it gets easier. M-16 is a familiar assault rife (now upgraded and known as an M-4, M4A1, etc.). M 997 is the big 8 X 8 truck, like an airport fire truck or a concrete pumper. Mark 82 is a 500 lb bomb using the "Aero 1A" shape that Douglas Aircraft perfected in the 1950s. Mk 57 *is* an nuclear bomb, now renamed B-57 for clairity, leaving only Mk 57 vertical launch assemblies that hold missiles on ships OR Mk 57 submarine-laid anti-submarine mines. The advantage of numbers is that they can be easily organized in tables. Using names that honor people, places or events makes for more complex book keeping. But makes it easier to keep things straight, if some planning goes into which names are used for what. (Civil war Generals for tanks. State names for battleships, city names for cruisers, hero's names for destroyers, Army, Air Force and Marine bases.)
But you can overthink anything, and the exhaustive use of fish names for US submarines (Tunny, Wahoo, Perch, Balao) gave way to statesman's names for ballistic missile subs (Washington, Jefferson, Lafayette, Ethan Allen) and city names for attack subs. (Los Angeles, San Diego). Except for the USS Jimmy Carter, because he'd been a submarine captain. Most Republican presidents get an aircraft carrier, but I wouldn't hold my breath for the "George W. Bush." Or The "Lyndon Johnson", "Bill Clinton" or "Barak Obama". I think there is a case for the three Democrats, and I'd even trade those three for the "W". But the "Richard Cheney" ain't gonna happen, even if it could get through today's House of Representatives. Maybe.
Years ago, IBM reportedly did a study that established that sequential, non-meaningful, numbers were the simplest and easiest way to keep track of arbitrary collections. Like parts for IBM products, when that meant type balls for Selectrics and memory cards for Series 1s, fan-feed green-bar paper for computer printers and various international keyboards for terminals. Maybe its because my dad was in the U. S. Navy, but I like the popular name + number in class system best. It works very well for airplanes - DHC-6 Twin Otter as well as ships - CVA-63 USS Kitty Hawk.
I had such a hard time with this scavenger hunt item. I live in the mountains where everything curves or goes straight up and down. I took about 50 photos of different things at various angles trying to find a vanishing point with no luck. I was getting so frustrated. While I was taking a walk, I remembered being taught in school that a vanishing point is infinity - where you either can not see or imagine the end of something even though you know that it must be there. I looked up and found Bunches and Bunches of parallel lines converging into infinite vanishing points in the trees. Sometimes I tend ot overthink things and not realize that what I am looking for is there after all.
I've had so many days overthinking a million things that affects me in so many ways.
Sometimes I really wanted to speak but couldn't and sometimes I really shouldn't.
I've had a difficult time remembering the last goodbye I said to a person that was so important in my life-5 years without you are so many my sweet fairy F.- and I had to deal with the fact I had to wave goodbye to another person that is really important to me.It's so freaking difficult to see people you love leaving their hometown to go for a new beginning ,its even more difficult when you come to realize that you haven't waved to only one of them and when you realize that most of your favorite ones are all at once somewhere else but near you.
Holding back all those things that messes with your psychosynthesis isn't really the best way to deal with some problems but there surely are things that are better left unsaid.At least for the moment.After all,her eyes reveal that she might just...Tell.
Inside your pretending
Crimes have been swept aside
Somewhere where they can forget
Divine upper reaches
Still holding on
This ocean will not be grasped
All for nothing
Refuse to surrender
Strung out until ripped apart
Who dares, dares to condemn
All for nothing
Did you really want
Did you really want
Did you really want
Did you really want
Mysterons - Portishead (you know you want to listen)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Y9ldSw1Dtk&feature=related
...and if I've still got your attention after all that...then HCS!
The streets of Milwaukee WI USA. Captured end of August 2018, on W Lincoln Av, late afternoon as the sun was blazing but lowering in the western sky. This was shot on Kodak TMax 100 in Nikon FE 50mm f2. Development was in Ardox Rodinal, a semi-stand method for 60min with x2 rolls souping together (ISO was mixed in the two, a run and gun approach was taken as I looked for scenes and great subjects to capture). Film was 'scanned' on iPhone 8 for the quick preview, proper scans will follow in short order.
There are so many interesting stores, streets and people on any given day. It comes down to getting out there and finding the right light, the right shadows, the right scene and the right subject. Don't overthink a shot, look at the lines, the light, look at the story developing. Let your imagination run and let the camera do the work. It works out pretty good sometimes.
I need to do my step count each day by walking round the garden while listening to an audio book as a distraction (to stop me just worrying and overthinking) .
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…
Please visit www.preciousdecay.com for more pictures
this is basically how i've felt the past couple days. for the following reasons:
1) really really really stressful audition last night. it was for a combined acapella group that will compete for a spot at the national acapella championship in new york city. i overthink auditions as it is, much less such a big one.
(on an off note, i found out today i made it :) which is pretty much the only good thing that happened today. a huge good thing. but anyways. )
2) three finals tomorrow- science math and this ap humanities class. all of which i'm terrified for. moreso the math, but ugh. so much studying to do tonight, i probably won't sleep.
i wish i could pause time for a good four hours, accomplish a bunch of stuff, nap, then restart and finish my night.
this is a really shitty photoshop job, but as you can see above, i'm too busy to spend as much time as i would like on it. and because of the audition i missed yesterday's self portrait, so i'll take two tomorrow.
now i go to run all this frustration and stress out of my body until i'm exhausted, then i go to take a music final, then to study my little heart out till the sun rises.
let's just fast foward to thursday so i can chill out, shall we?
A portrait in overthinking mode, go on vacation to find myself again, Thanks for the visit have a wonderful timep
"Play the music, not the instrument." - Unknown
Day 21: I tend to overthink my shots each day. The more I try to structure my shots, the less enjoyable this project becomes. Because of my finance background, I tend to be very technical in nature. Almost everything has a formula and can be quantified. I'm trying to free my photography of this mechanical tendency of mine, and it's been a daily struggle. I have read several books on exposure and composition and tried to learn every feature on my camera. The technical nature of photography is the easy part I reckon. I'm not saying I even have that part down, but what eludes me is the "playing the music" part. I'm merely "playing the instrument" right now. However, I'm excited at the prospect of the growth that is occurring (albeit at a snail's pace) with each passing day.
I never really worry that I'll have trouble finding a boy to marry me, if I'm ever in the market again. I disassemble and paint my own electronics, for God's sake. (It's actually automobile vinyl color, which doesn't build up like paint and molds perfectly to all the little details, so it appears to have been made in this color.)
The idea was to make my alphasmart more like a personal notebook--funky stickers (which I took enormous care not to overthink, or getting them all lined up would have driven me crazy ... I basically just decided that keepin' it real equated smushing them onto the keys with my thumb) and purty colors. I wanted a sort of visual uniqueness that is actually psychologically important, when you work at home and have difficulty switching tasks. I wasn't just painting for fun, but to create a visual cue; I see that robin's egg blue and I know it's time to write.
I like that the blue paint and the stickers combine to give it a sort of retro "ancient office equipment" feel, complete with spaces between the letters. The underside is "envy green," a neon green that peeks out on the sides, just to update the look a little.
I'm very happy with how it turned out. Word to the wise: You will suffer 182 stages of panic as you apply thin coat after thin coat and the color hardly changes--or changes to a pukey color from the black showing through. The bright green especially looked absolutely horrid for most of the day! Just keep going and hope for the best.
I figured out a plan of attack with inspiration from this pioneer in Alphasmart pimpage: flickr.com/photos/vrf/148170146/