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Hey everyone,
Now that we've got the excitement of NIFCA out of the way, I'm proud to share a few shots of another project that I had the pleasure of doing recently. Do you remember that adorable little puppy that I photographed earlier this year? Well, guess who recently turned one year old? Her "dad" contacted me asking for some shots of her very first play date with two other dogs (you will meet them later). He was a bit worried about how she would react. Summer is a house pet and loves her family, but she doesn't have much interaction with other animals. Luckily it went perfectly and you would have thought they were raised together.
I've been thinking recently that I am a little like Summer. She has been growing in leaps and bounds in the past few months. And, so have I but my changes have been on the inside though. I stopped growing a little while back. :D Still, growth is growth and with every bit of growth comes change. I was trying to add up my year in photography for 2014 and for some reason, I found it difficult to determine how every field trip, seminar, meeting, award, etc. has really affected me.
Maybe I should just stop overthinking and be like Summer....and embrace them with lots of joy (and look back every once in a while).
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend, dear friends.
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knees on burgundy carpet whisper prayers towards an unresponsive god
a preconditioned mind is fundamentally abject evil
deprive myself of orgasms only to taste ecstasy in her lips
she kissed me to nikes and bread a fruitless infatuation
overthinking of you post-masturbation
god made new york city for sinners like you and me
I know depression like flesh marinated in iniquity
why religion begat men with no identity
why my conflicted heart don't conceive growth
why do people think they know me
why do I define myself by relationships I assign no value
a human is collective experience not currency
I got one life thats cosmically meaningless
so why should I wallow in reluctance
why should I hold my tongue
entitled to my frailties as lungs are entitled to oxygen
I’m human bathed in unadulterated liberty
#AbstractAffirmationsDaily 27/366 • “Overthink” *** Yesterday I shared a bit about one way I get myself out of a creative rut, but in terms of what catapults me into said creative rut in the first place… most times the entity responsible is that bossy little voice who desperately wants to be in charge: my brain. (Seriously, don’t you just wish you could shut the whole place down every now and then? “Sorry, we’re closed today! Come back tomorrow!”) If I’m frustrated and anxious, staring at a blank page, this usually means I’m trying to THINK my way through art rather than FEEL my way through art, which is only a recipe for over-analysis, doubt, and angst. When that happens, I try my best to just immerse myself in the studio, crank up the tunes, and paint whatever comes from the heart. I don’t try to think about what colors would look good together or how to make it different from the last piece or, frankly, even concentrate on what I’m doing; instead I try to focus my attention on not thinking at all. In that way, the process becomes a sort of meditation that loosens me up, gets me out of my head and allows my intuition to take the reins. Finally, that bossy voice takes a backseat and the pressure is off. And suddenly I’m creating from the heart again and not the head. Whatever it is you’re obsessing about, over-analyzing, rethinking, rehashing, or reworking for the twelfth time, let it go. Quiet your bossy brain and find your way back to your intuition — back to your heart. Create whatever makes you feel good because in my experience, the soul knows way more than the brain could ever articulate. *** To follow the #AbstractAffirmationsDaily project online + to sign up for updates about the upcoming print shop releases, visit ➡️http://ift.tt/1R5jCiV. (Plus get a free downloadable print by entering your email!) #creativity #dailyproject #lettering #abstractart #acrylicart #🎨 #BetterLetteringCourse
My quilt for this challenge came about from my love of everything autumn and my recent yearning for simplicity and sparseness in my life. No need for anything overly complicated or overthinking the design. Just an "ahhhh ... those colors look so perfect together." Like looking over a grey and brown field into a brilliant woods.
More on my entry: baileygirl5.blogspot.com/2012/10/old-red-bard-quilt-chall...
This is a lap quilt entry.
I am a bit of an "overthinker". Drives me nuts at times. I could not decide first, if I liked this. Second, if I should tweak it. I played around with it, but wound up just leaving it SOOC. I then decided to not put it in any groups, just to see if any of you, my contacts, had anything to say about it. Well, tho I only have had two as I type this, they were very nice and told me that maybe this was a decent shot after all. Even with the bit of background clutter - perhaps that adds to it? Or takes away? Which? There I go, overthinking again.
Sometimes it's instinct I need to listen to, not just all those other annoying thoughts.
I, seventeen and growing taller and thinner with pale skin and a dusting of freckles. Slowly growing into the face of a woman; fuller lips and cheeks that hollow and a little-tiny upturned nose. Who reads to lose herself, who writes to find herself, and sings to hear the sound of her own voice. Who overthinks, who overanalyzes, who is terrible with balance but beautiful with emotion. You, nearly nineteen and grown into himself; a man taller than he realizes, with blonde hair fading back to brown. Deep eyes, full of meaning, shining with opportunities. A powerful voice; powerful even at low volumes, that prompts all who listen to understand the slight softness to its quality. The color teal. Exaggerated finger-bones that create and write and touch and feel more than he'll ever understand.
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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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My journal entry by the same name is a magazine paper collage. I am transferring this design idea into fabric. It is pinned and sitting awaiting my eye. It will be number 2 for my Class 7 homework. Since I played doing the warm colors. I played doing the background colors. Now I am thinking about how I will put these two elements together, machine stitch or by hand? Background will be machine and hand stitched first. Since it was a journal entry it was already designed. I initially thought no way can I reproduce the imagery into fabric, but I think I allowed myself to use the colors, scale, and lines of the journal entry while letting go and simply playing with my stash and what I like to do. When I started thinking too much, I put it aside and played with my two other hand stitched elements which have no plan and will be improvisitionally sewn using machine and hand stitching. This is what I learned about doing this. I rarely work from more than a pencil sketch image allowing myself the freedom of color selection when I stitch. Going from a fully colored journal page made me start thinking too much and trying too hard to match the color palette. I had to let go of my journal and allow myself to play with the fabrics I already had to work with. I put out three piles of yellow/orange and blue/green with a third pile of fabrics which had these colors in them. I painted fabric and trims too. I selected warm threads only. I have not selected cool threads yet. I found I can work from thinking back into play mode if I allow myself to let go of expectations and trust that my eye will provide the color choices I need. If I didn't like something I pulled it off or covered it up. I remembered Lesley's words don't kiss too much but my lines did need to radiate so I broke the rule in some places and followed it in others. I squinted a lot. I also worked in odd numbers moving fabrics around in threes throughout the piece or singly without repetition elsewhere. I started by placing my fabric warm cirlce inside of my paper journal collage. It worked. It felt at home and allowed me to move onto the background playing with fabrics I'd painted and selected. I cut and laid out all fabrics except one corner. Then I went back and fused pieces down that worked well. Sometimes it changed, yet sometimes I undid it and reattached it piece by piece. When I was done I finished the corner I had left undone. Once that was done I went back and made sur my trims were balanced and I added a few fabrics here and there. I always let a piece sit for a few hours before stitching. This is when I go back and check for things and envision my next steps. I knew the stitching I wanted to do in the center from my waiting and watching. I will do the same with the whole piece. Stitching background, then waiting while the top is put back on and allowing myself to let it soak in so that I know what I want to do. It is not overthinking, but letting go of the thinking that helps me. I set it aside and that is when I have my aha moments and my creative solutions register. My floor is a mess of stacks of cut fabrics. After I'm done I will restack them by colors or in warm and cool stacks if the pieces are small. I thing I need to do and remember is to save my snipped of trims that are already stitched like the green pieces here. It adds texture and I usually throw them out. Now I know I will use them incorporating these textural elements into collage work. Im enjoying fabric collage. I would like to do a series. My play pieces will be inspired by this (albeit loosely) I think I've discovered something that I'd like to explore more of.
I had two viable options for my 365 photo and I wasn't sure which way I wanted to go. So I asked my contacts to help, and they overwhelmingly went with the pretty flowers over the pretty rusting tanks.
Both of these shots were taking within 20 feet of each other in the same park, facing in opposite directions. I find it very remarkable that you could get such opposing impressions when images from the same place are taken out of context.
I was in one of those moods yesterday where it could have gone either way, but my contacts being much more cheerful than I was apparently, steered me to the light over the darkness. I wonder if it speaks to human psychology that when given a choice like this that people skew toward natural beauty over decay, or is it the result of my own preferences over the last year or two since joining Flickr that I assembled contacts who prefer daisies over rusting tanks? Or am I completely offbase in assuming that the two shots are of equal quality and that it's simply a matter of the actual photography being better in this shot over the other shot. You can see that when I'm really focused on something that I can tend to really overthink a matter and come up with all sorts of tangents and questions.
The daisy was originally a distraction on my way to photograph the rusting tanks. They were much bigger than most of the wild daisies I've seen around; otherwise they might not have been photographed in the first place.
It's been very interesting to note that in doing the project, there are a lot of shots that I've dismissed as pedestrian that end up being very warmly received (an outtake once got into explore when the actual 365 shot never even got a comment); and other times I think I have a great concept and a wonderful photograph that gets completely neglected. It's fairly uncommon that both you and I both fall in love with the same photo. I wonder why I'm so off on judging my own work. I know I have an odd sense of taste, but I wouldn't think it's that off.
Another thing for me to overponder.
Thanks for your opinions, I really value them as I continue on this journey.
For the record, I like the rusty tanks better, but since I respect the democratic process, this will be my 365 shot of the day.
Four pumpkins looking pretty sly!
Day thirty of the #fmsphotoaday challenge.
Judd, my mom, and I carved pumpkins the night before. A lot of times when carving I SUPER stress out and spend WAY too long overthinking my "perfect" pumpkin and blaaah. This year I was extremely care free and just went for it. I always have fun when carving but this year was so nice not stressing out. Go figure. ;p
First one is mine, second is mine and Judd's teamwork, third is one of my mom's, and fourth is one of Judd's.
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ODC2 - Our Daily Challenge - Dress it up! - Don't overthink it, go a little crazy, have an extraordinary amount of fun!
Go Mayhem Monday!
It's Monday - we all need a laugh! :-)
Scavenge Challenge - Mar2013 - Scavchal #23 - Guys and girls both wear earrings these days. Make earrings your main feature.
(Sorry I couldn't resist - a frog for Crow!!) It's not my serious shot for this challenge and I will upload the correct one tomorrow! :-) Just needed to be a bit silly today!
52 Weeks in 2013 - Week 10 - Food :-)
113 Pictures in 2013 - #42 - Funny
Hope this made you all smile today - have a Marvellous Manic Monday!
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100 Strangers: 1/100
Jeff Omen
IF YOU READ NOTHING ELSE BELOW, Please note that this "stranger" is holding a live scorpion.
While photographing classic cars in downtown Madison during "Classic Cars on State (2014)," I was reminded of the time I spent here two nights ago, meeting Chris Collins (aka Flickr username local paparazzi) for his 100 strangers (#2) project. You can see his portrait of me, about a half dozen photos down in the 100 stramgers group if you are looking at this photo there. Look for the motorcycle fairing and mirror.
I constantly want to improve my work (my photography), and grow tired of my past work very quickly. My time with Chris impressed upon me that I needed to continue to try and improve, and try to branch out in terms of my work, and do something like the 100 strangers project. Chris takes quite a lot of photos of people, while I consciously try to avoid people in my shots at all. While starting my walk, and taking photos of classic cars, I decided then that I should just do the hundred strangers project. I silently committed myself to doing it then and there for its many potential benefits.
Thirty minutes later my resolution had fallen to the back of my mind, and I stumbled upon a unique Harley Davidson motorcycle. As you can see from the my portrait taken by Chris (mentioned above), I'm a bit of a motorcycle guy. I've spent many a night at the Quaker Steak and Lube bike night, been to a dozen organized rides, and the Annual Victory rally. I consciously look at, and think about every bike I see. Plus, I ride my bike all the time. However, after all that, this bike was one of the more unique that I'd ever seen. For one special reason in particular.
Bike pics here.
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The bike was covered with quite a bit of extra bolted-on chrome, primarily consisting of skulls. He also had a custom paint job consisting of the same. What really made this bike unique however, was the fact that it had, in tow, a custom coffin trailer made from a real, full-size coffin. I apologize for not getting a good pic of the coffin, I don't know what I could have been thinking. You can see it slightly in one of the pics linked to above. This is one example of how I can improve as a hobbyist photo journalist.
I instantly realized it was a Harley Davidson "Road King." (touring model w/ out fairing). I asked, and found it was a 2006, w/ about 40,000 miles on it. I shared the fact that I had recently rolled over 20,000 miles on my 2011 model Victory.
When I lied and said I didn't want to know how much he had "put into" the bike ($), he said that he had never kept track, and probably didn't want to know. We both had a bit of a chuckle about that. I'm pretty sure the after market cash is a five digit number, and it probably doesn't start with 1.
The most interesting thing about Jeff, besides his motorcycle, was something that I discovered before I began speaking to him. Jeff was holding a pet scorpion. At first I thought it was a toy or a model because it was so still and pristine. And, who carries a scorpion around!?
Almost instantaneously after realizing it was alive, and confirming that fact verbally and visually, I had the epiphany that Jeff was stranger #1. I immediately asked if I could take his portrait with the scorpion. He immediately agreed, struck the pose you see, and I clicked the shutter twice. One shot of him with the scorpion, and one of just the scorpion.
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I explained that I would like to post his pic online, and that I would like to get his name for the back story. He told me his name was Jeff Omen, and I committed it to memory. For the second time since I arrived downtown, I also committed to memory the resolution to do what Chris does, and carry a pad and pen when I shoot.
The rest of the back story (some mentioned above) was gathered, and the bike pics were taken after this initial, quick, meet, greet, exchange and portrait. While I was having my on and off conversation with Jeff, and taking bike pics, I overheard him mention to others that were interacting with him, that the scorpion did not ever, or rarely ever did sting, but could pinch when agitated.
I inferred that the scorpion was venomous by specific language I cannot now recall, but was shocked by this, thought I might be mistaken, and wanted to ask more. I wanted to know if he had ever been stung, if the scorpion was currently venomous, and what precautions he took in regards to that fact. It was a busy time, I was not the only person that wanted to talk to Jeff, and eloquent words were not gracing my mind or my tongue. I can't confirm one way or the other. I intend to improve my journalistic skills for my future strangers, and hope therefore to not fall short in such an obvious regard.
I had chosen to take Shutter Speed priority pics of cars that day, and was at the moment locked in at SS 1/125. I had been using that for most of my shots to get as much clarity as I could at ISO 100 without getting blur from my own movement. Because I was so impulsive to shoot a portrait of Jeff, I didn't overthink my exposure, and this one ended up at f/8.0. Next time I'll probably switch to Aperture priority and shoot closer to wide open. With this lens, that would have been f/4ish--depends on how wide I go with the zoom.
My other choice is an f/1.8 35mm prime, but I wasn't carrying that at the time. I usually reserve it for portraits (chuckle), and low light.
Check out the rest of the stranger portraits in my project here: www.flickr.com/photos/youngryand/sets/72157645013417576/
And find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page: www.flickr.com/groups/100strangers/
“I was always an anxious kid. Growing up, my Mum was very much that way inclined too. She would quite often panic, especially if it concerned me and my younger brother. I vividly remember being at Centre Parcs and my brother going out of sight was a second, and my mum was extremely panicky, which made me panicky too. He was just around the corner, playing.
As I got older I noticed I had a tendency to overthink the littlest of things. In my third year at university I was having panic attacks often, all for different reasons and in different situations, and I realised this had become an issue. I broke down, not knowing what was wrong with me. I didn’t want to associate myself with antidepressants or mental health, but these terms kept cropping up with doctors. I was in denial, not wanting to show weakness, especially because as a man, this felt underhand of and wrong. It took me a long time to admit to myself that I was struggling. It was probably the hardest thing to overcome.
Now a days my anxiety is heightened by food: I have a nut allergy, which freaks me out. I always assume the worst, despite it almost always being irrational. This all feels very acute to me, and I never expect others to understand as it’s almost nonsensical from an outside perspective, but for me it can feel huge and very heavy.
I feel it’s important to talk about these things, especially as a man. There are still expectations that exist in society, like to ‘man up’, and to be strong and brave; those kinds of attitudes. I feel like being open and frank and admitting your weakness can only help others, and let them know that it’s okay to not be okay.”
Back to back visits require the scenic route. Lovely place to stop for lunch!
You can see the strip of sunlight reflecting off the ocean on the horizon in this pic!
Bit of an overthinking day, but when isn't it?
Keep magnificence in sight!
The railings at the top of Namsan beneath the tower are covered, and I mean covered (this shot is not the best example of this), with padlocks, handcuffs, bike locks - any kind of lock you can think of, often themselves covered in messages of love. Jun-yong explained that a couple on a Korean drama (read: soap opera) put a lock up here to symbolize their love. So, in typical fashion, Korean couples from all over the country come to Namsan in order to put their own lock on the railings and fences.
I thought about the likely hundreds of locks, covered in words of love, that are now simply the remains of broken relationships. I imagine that many of those ex-lovers would want their old locks to melt like this icicle.
Or maybe I overthink things.
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Hey all, first time poster here. I've known about the community for a while but for the past two years or so I told myself I'm just going to be upfront and genuine no games, promising start but in the end human nature seems to win out. I'm here for help in one of those cases.
Started dating a coworker in a different dept but same company, it started from nowhere, one day we had lunch, then it was an event, then dinner and it went from there. She seemed more shy and mellow than my normal type, after our third date I dropped her off but felt If I didn't kiss her I was waiting too long so I turned the car around and kissed her. It was an awkward kiss and she seemed hesitant but the second kiss felt much more natural.
Things picked up from there, we hung out every few days. Once I was busy all weekend and she was bummed out. We were texting on multiple platforms and honestly I couldn't be happier. Then work drama started, people noticed and while it's totally acceptable since were in different areas her boss asked her about it.
This completely turned around the relationship, she called me out to talk and said she was uncomfortable and she wasn't sure anymore and wanted to just be friends. We ended up talking, which led to eventually going to a beach and making out while having a deep conversation.
But once back at work it weighed on her again. I'm out one night and she drops the text of - I just don't feel a spark, I love being around you and everything about you but I don't know what's missing.
Needless to say it was a rough night, texts back and forth, cool off period and then eventually we decided to go to an event we had planned to a week before. She said maybe she just needed time and she wanted to date but not be physical - no kissing and holding hands. Well it was going OK and we didn't do anything like that but then ended up back at my place in my room. We haven't slept together so I think she put a wall up and she got guarded. We talked again and she dropped the friends line.
Somehow I end up making the point of her overthinking and asking her how she felt when we kissed. She admitted she enjoyed it but sometimes she would think and not be sure. So we end up kissing in my bed - in fairness she said no a few times before I finally persuaded her. She was worried I'd read it as false hope but we ended up not fully hooking up but going 70% of the way.
Dropped her home and gave her this pillow she liked. She was like no no no stop, but she took it. The next morning she texted me "why did you give this to me =(" and I told her simple it makes her happy which was true. We talked more through the day but somehow it went back to something blocking her and were in a rutt.
Got to work no communication like we normally do but finally later in the day a few messages exchanged. Saw her at the end of day from far and we both shared a smile.
Hinted at hanging out but she said "ok but as friends" to which I deflected it (she knows for me I don't see the just friends as an option).
There are a lot more layers to this, and overall I guess she had bad boyfriends before, she used to party a lot and she's a different person now. She stopped dating for 3 years prior to this and says she's never had a guy like me but she's also not ready to settle down.
I feel I misread it, I thought she was a shy girl and I was playing aggressor to make her feel comfortable but it ended up appearing I was the one more interested. Then the day I almost lost her that situation became true - now I'm crazy about her.
It sounds like NC is going to be the route here. I'm thinking of flipping the script and hanging out with her once more but at the end telling her I thought about it, respect where she is at and agree that she needs to figure things out. But to do that I need to step away and to contact me if she figures it out one day. I've got a last item to give her and then I'm just going to positively say with a smile - you're beautiful, I hope you figure things out, see you around. And walk away.
Sorry long post but any thoughts are appreciated
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well. i guess i've been tagged by marioooo. so i decided to use this self-centered jumble of pictures of me for thiss.
1) i overthink everything. absolutely everything. which makes me overly cautious and other.. negative things.
2) i don't have to do drugs to know that they're bad for me. i don't have to get drunk to know that i'll hate the feeling after. i don't have to have sex to know that i'd rather not be a teenage mother.
3) i stopped going to church in middle school. i honestly tried to be religious. i tried reading the bible, i prayed every night and i wore a cross. the more i went to church, the more outrageous it became to me, so i stopped. i'm not saying i don't believe in a god, i'm just open-minded to the possibilities.
4) i get tired of people pretty fast. i don't think i've had a real best friend for more than two years, or a boyfriend for more than six months.
5) i hate girls so much. typical ones atleast. if you are a girl, and you're close to me, you're probably pretty amazing.
6) there are plenty of things i'd like to pursue; photography, art, hair, fashion, teaching, psychology, therapy, counseling. i'm interested in them all. i just don't know if i'd make it in any of those fields.
7) i may deny it, but i do care what people think. but that just means i care about myself, right? i don't want anyone to think lowly of me.
8) sometimes i think i made the wrong friends.
9) i hardly text anymore, let alone talk to anyone outside of school. i'm not quite the type for initiating a conversation. whenever i do, it more than likely ends in failure. pretty anti-social, aren't i?
10) i spent a long time trying to think up of something brilliant to put here, but i couldn't. so i guess i'll just say that i'm horrible at conclusions.
Sometimes my favorite photos are ones that I don't overthink. I just grabbed my camera and went with whatever lens was on there. I did set the metering to spot due to the bright light coming in the window behind him.
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OK, a couple of things. First, I am trying REALLY hard to understand the appeal of rusty, crusty, peely things. I'm into living things. After mentally philosophising about the whole issue, I'm still not sure what I think. Is decay of an inanimate object a living process? I hadn't really thought about it til today. Of course, I've been accused of overthinking a thing. Can't imagine why. Second, I wasn't even going to post this but Ed Booth told me to practice what I preach and move out of my comfort zone. So, here I am. Out.
Oh. I took this with my old camera - Canon Powershot - in the rain as I was walking past this in the parking lot at work. It caught my eye because all the other hydrants look new, while this one looks like it's about 10 years old.
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
September 10
I’ve been wanting to write but haven’t been in the right place or time. Today won’t be as elegant as I want because I’ve only got time to write on the metro between studying for the final tomorrow. But I don’t want to forget some moments.
Yesterday we did our class excursion to Montmartre, the last one for the practicum. Lots of stairs, lots of beautiful cobblestone streets—nothing new. But I have some disdain for the tourist locations now that taint my perception. Sacre-Coeur is beautiful though and I went inside for the first time. After, we went to look for the Amelie café (don’t tell anyone I actually haven’t seen it yet). Found it, then found Le Moulin Rouge by accident. It amazes me how you can just stumble upon wonders here. There is no wrong turn you can make. And then we looked at a map before we set off to just mindlessly wander and discovered there was a cemetery of Montmarre. We found it, quiet and calm, maybe 500 yards from bustling Pigalle, and it was one of the moments that felt magical and right for Paris. It was K, E and me walking among the trees and beautiful headstones and family tombs. There is something about cemeteries. We sat down at one point, just along this paved road, and ate the rest of lunch couscous and talked. K asked us our expectations for Paris and how it has been so far. It’s an interesting question and I’m not sure I can articulate an answer. E said she didn’t anticipate the “city”-ness of Paris—living and interacting with the millions of bustling bodies every second. And not succeeding in French. K anticipated the solo artist life of doing everything alone, like in the movies, but she’s hardly spent any time alone. I haven’t either, but I think I really needed company these first couple weeks. Now I’m feeling more comfortable on my own and making my own plans for what I want to do, but that was really hard to do in a brand new place with no one I know or love and no familiar places as my home.
My expectations for a place are always different from reality because I think about it so much. J sent me a quote about how overthinking is the writer’s curse. C’est vrai. I also forgot that living somewhere four months isn’t a vacation and there are lots of practicalities that are not so beautiful—the commute, the grocery shopping, tripping on stairs, headaches, laundry—but always try to make them beautiful. You really can’t beat the sound of an orchestra as you ascend as escalator from the metro depths or dads with their kids holding one of his hands and a man-purse occupying the other. Metro sights can be lovely vignettes of humanity.
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
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
I hate being so sensitive. I hate being able to detect the slightest change in the way people message me, or talk to me, or look at me. I hate overthinking about it for the whole night. I hate when i can feel someone is slowly losing interest in me.
The V is for Vintage.
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This weekend I've been taking pictures with a really old camera, a Mamiya RB67. You've got to overthink every single picture you take, because there is no lightmetering system included in this camera, so you got this little tool called a lightmeter to do the job. It's a real struggle if you do this for the first time and you start to respect this old way of taking pictures. I don't think that the first results will be mindblowing, but at least I hope they are satisfying...
Anyway all this gave me the idea to picture something in a vintage way and I guess I found just the right subject to do the trick...
Canon 5D with Canon 50mm f/1.4
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This A-Z project is done by 4 photography friends, Melvyn, Danny, you all know Mark and of course myself. All our pictures can be found in this group: 4XA2Z
September 10
I’ve been wanting to write but haven’t been in the right place or time. Today won’t be as elegant as I want because I’ve only got time to write on the metro between studying for the final tomorrow. But I don’t want to forget some moments.
Yesterday we did our class excursion to Montmartre, the last one for the practicum. Lots of stairs, lots of beautiful cobblestone streets—nothing new. But I have some disdain for the tourist locations now that taint my perception. Sacre-Coeur is beautiful though and I went inside for the first time. After, we went to look for the Amelie café (don’t tell anyone I actually haven’t seen it yet). Found it, then found Le Moulin Rouge by accident. It amazes me how you can just stumble upon wonders here. There is no wrong turn you can make. And then we looked at a map before we set off to just mindlessly wander and discovered there was a cemetery of Montmarre. We found it, quiet and calm, maybe 500 yards from bustling Pigalle, and it was one of the moments that felt magical and right for Paris. It was K, E and me walking among the trees and beautiful headstones and family tombs. There is something about cemeteries. We sat down at one point, just along this paved road, and ate the rest of lunch couscous and talked. K asked us our expectations for Paris and how it has been so far. It’s an interesting question and I’m not sure I can articulate an answer. E said she didn’t anticipate the “city”-ness of Paris—living and interacting with the millions of bustling bodies every second. And not succeeding in French. K anticipated the solo artist life of doing everything alone, like in the movies, but she’s hardly spent any time alone. I haven’t either, but I think I really needed company these first couple weeks. Now I’m feeling more comfortable on my own and making my own plans for what I want to do, but that was really hard to do in a brand new place with no one I know or love and no familiar places as my home.
My expectations for a place are always different from reality because I think about it so much. J sent me a quote about how overthinking is the writer’s curse. C’est vrai. I also forgot that living somewhere four months isn’t a vacation and there are lots of practicalities that are not so beautiful—the commute, the grocery shopping, tripping on stairs, headaches, laundry—but always try to make them beautiful. You really can’t beat the sound of an orchestra as you ascend as escalator from the metro depths or dads with their kids holding one of his hands and a man-purse occupying the other. Metro sights can be lovely vignettes of humanity.
An irony to a wife who can not achieve love, respect and tranquility from her husband. A wife who has been surviving from a pathological narcissistic husband: Charming to the outside world and evil inside home and to his wife, feeling grandiose of his identity and discriminate everyone around including his wife. He is master in gaslighting and let others doubt about themselves and insist his righteousness impeccable and indispensable, despite reality is in contrary. Hence, his wife has written a poem to send the message in irony.