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The Basilica of Sacre-Coeur in the Montmartre district is a recent structure, with its construction beginning in 1875 and ending in 1914. Go before twilight and scope out a great place to view the lights of Paris as they begin to flicker on. Descend into Montmartre and get lost in its hilly streets. Don't overthink it: yes, you could see the Moulin Rouge, but simply walking the heavily shaded sidewalks and stopping for dinner at a sidewalk cafe is divine.
I did a series of carefully composed photos, and then I did this. I didn't overthink it, it's my quick click.
All nature lighting, no processing.
Overthinking, overdoing, undoing, unthinking, gouging, mending - making do. Creating a body of work driven by the fear of forgetting.
I'm sure I'm overthinking this, (it's my superpower), but I'm torn when it comes to determining which eco-friendly, sustainable, frugal, ethical, maker/indie-friendly wardrobe options are the best.
• Everyday Skirt, linen/rayon blend with thrifted $1 cami that's soft & flattering cut on the bias. The skirt was well written (can't believe there hasn't been a sew-a-long) & I plan to make more. Made the smallest & there is SO much ease built in. Listen to the reviews, size down. I'll probably shorten my next one slightly. Also, has anyone eliminated the flat side panels? I'd be curious to see one without them.
I bought these bendy wire and rubber animals, and a Santa and Rudolph one too. I like this shot for some reason, even though it is blurry, because the lighting and his expression seem to go together so well, it is like a shot from the set of a stop-motion animation movie. Or, possibly...I am WAY overthinking this shot.
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 1
i've been utterly obsessed with 'alopecia' by Why? since a few weeks ago, listening to it everyday on the walk to/from college etc.
so i'm walking to college early this morning down wexford st, listening to it on my ipod and i pass by this scrawling two doors down from whelans and i'm like omg, OMG, is that from 'the fall of mr fifths'? who wrote this? when? why is it there? and it's on my mind ALL day.
although now it really doesn't seem like such a big deal.
who wrote this? and why do these weird coincidences keep happening to me? (next week, a photo of the picture of ross kemp that materialised in portobello...RIGHT after i finally completed all episodes of ross kemp on gangs)
or... option 2: it has nothing to do with why?, somebody actually has syphilis, and i overthink everything
I'm sure this will tell you where my heart lies these days....in babyhood! When Paulette talked about us adding a focal point later, I knew I wanted to do the piece about my new baby son and add his picture or pictures as the focal point so I made my piece around that. I had SO many baby papers already and the colors are the ones we used in his room that he will share with his brothers. I want to hang this piece in there. They have a camping/fishing theme in the room with the blue/green colors. I am really hoping it will turn out great. Hopefully I won't have to cover up too many of the phrases I used cause they are so sweet, but like Paulette says, don't overthink it and when I did the 2nd lesson, I didn't cover up much of the words. I need to get that picture up as well but my card reader slot on my computer isn't working right, it won't read the memory card. Oh well, having a blast with this! So fun!
From Day 44: bit.ly/1diilMg
"One thing that really irks me is when people tell me that I “overthink” everything. That’s bullshit. As if I can just give myself tunnel vision like “ordinary” people, ignoring my concerns and intuitions about my choices. That just isn’t how it works. I’m a very self aware individual, and I think about everything in multiple dimensions because that’s how my brain works.
I’ll put it this way. Many people are looking at life as though they’re driving down a country road at night. They see nothing but the road and what little else is illuminated by their headlights. They are dogged by the headlights of drivers behind them. And life is a straight line, where the only directions they can see are forwards and back.
Well, I’m driving in the daylight. I can see the deer before it leaps out of the woods. It’s not because I’m necessarily smarter, it’s just because I’m really looking. This is not something I can turn off, and not something I wish to. Because I can see the hilltops and brook that runs alongside the road. I can see other roads diverging and asking me to turn onto them. Life is an incredible gift of possibilities to me, not a series of tasks to be completed before death."
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All of the bosses, each major and mini, in Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice power you to be taught their skillset and the way to react accordingly. What works for one definitely doesn’t work for all.
I’d spent a lot of my first playthrough specializing in bettering my parrying expertise, that was till I met the Ashina Elite Jinsuke Saze at the prime of the dojo in Ashina citadel. His assaults had been just too quick for me to deflect rapidly sufficient and he would take me down in a short time.
It appears I used to be overthinking issues or fairly not pondering in any respect. Once I attempted a brand new tactic he was straightforward (ish) pickings. (My kill is much from a clear one!)
He has three major assaults to think about. his major assault is a really fast double slash that takes off a piece of well being and could have your posture in a short time in the purple zone. He sometimes does a seize assault which stuns you momentarily. Finally, he has a sweeping assault which you’ll need to bounce over to evade, simply maintain your eyes peeled for the purple image on the display and also you’ll be fantastic.
My technique for taking him down is by dodging fairly than deflecting. Each time you see the flash of his sword as he begins his slash assault dodge to your left. His posture and well being bars drop fairly quickly with every hit however his posture refills actually quick when left alone. Just maintain dodging and getting some hits in each time you may and be careful for the sweep assault and also you’ll be fantastic. He will also be surprised by the firecracker prosthetic should you’ve picked it up.
You can see how my technique works in the video under:
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 1
i am suffering from anxiety and stressful behaviors from past couple of years. It is an impact of incidents that happen in past and also part of my personal pilgrimage to myself.it leads me to habit of overthinking and i can think about anything for hours where i take my mind about. I always find peace in nature and find my heart settled in it.. i can’t express my feelings truly but tried to express it in this beautiful interactive photograph to mirror my feeling.
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I am using the lyrics “Overthinking, for no reason” I wanted to show that I am often in two places at once to show that my mind is always racing and I can’t stay in the same place. This fits into my concentration because it displays surrealism and I used similar editing techniques to my previous 11 photos.
3600px x 5400px. 15in x 22.5in. 240ppi.
Smoky salmon butternut squash tacos – A simple and flavorful taco recipe for a quick weeknight meal! ~Wild salmon, smoked paprika, butternut squash, Brussels sprouts, lime crema~ Are you ready? Because we’re about to overthink the concept of a taco. Because, basically, I can’t do anything without overthinking it at least once. So naturally, as … www.rootsandradishes.com/smoky-salmon-butternut-squash-ta...
4me4you Features - ‘reducing her colour palette..’
Artist: Vanessa Garwood
4me4you recently enjoyed a visit to PM/AM Gallery, where the spotlight illuminated the work of the talented artist Vanessa Garwood.
Vanessa Garwood, initially known for her mastery in oil-based portraiture, has evolved her artistic journey to embrace a diverse range of mediums and disciplines. This expansion has provided her with a broader canvas for creative expression, pushing the boundaries of her subject matter. Transitioning to a limited palette of black, white, and grey, Garwood delves into life's contrasting narratives with a literal visual representation, capturing the dynamic interplay on her canvases. Despite the constraint of this aesthetic choice, her works resonate with humour and satire, offering viewers an accessible entry point into her candid exploration of life's challenges.
In her latest artistic phase, Garwood has made bold decisions to paint exclusively in greyscale and switch from oils to the quicker drying medium of acrylics. These changes have streamlined her process, fostering a deeper immediacy in her work, which she considers her most personal to date. While her earlier focus was primarily on human subjects, including portraits, nudes, and dancers over two decades, she now draws inspiration from both reality and fantasy, blending boundless imagination with real-life figures. Despite the whimsical elements infused into her compositions, Garwood's commitment to naturalism ensures a relatable connection for the viewer.
The transition to a shorter window for paint manipulation may limit the time for technical refinement, yet it ignites a newfound spontaneity in Garwood's expression. Embracing this flux state, she thrives without the burden of overthinking. Surprisingly, the absence of colour doesn't diminish the vitality of her work; rather, it amplifies the raw energy of her paintings, captivating the viewer's imagination in monochrome. Garwood achieves a remarkable feat, activating the perception of colour in the mind without its physical presence, underscoring the power of her artistic vision.
A notable theme in Garwood's oeuvre is the strong presence of women engaged in everyday rituals seldom depicted in traditional art history—moments shared over drinks, cigarettes, laughter, and embraces. These scenes epitomise expressive freedom, celebrating vivacity while acknowledging underlying insecurities and challenges. They serve as a poignant reflection of a world grappling with oppressive struggles, yet reaching out for moments of joy and camaraderie amidst uncertainty.
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 1
22 August 2017
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Siha, Tanzania
Sayumi's story is kinda like that game "Bigger and Better."
Year One: She joins her savings group and starts getting entrepreneurship training. She doesn't take out any loan and just uses the group to save money and learn.
Year Two: She attends a Farmer Field School and starts helping a friend take care of her cow. Her kids' tuition is too high for her husband's income so she takes out her first loan. Thankfully, her new farm skills pay off right away and abundant crops let her pay off that loan the same year.
Year Three: Her friend talks about selling the cow and Sayumi comes up with the idea to take out a loan to buy it. Between the cow giving birth and producing milk, she again paid off that loan in under a year.
Now: Sayumi and her husband just took out an entire 1.5 million shilling loan to buy a nearby farm. After seeing what they did with farm skills and a cow, things look promising.
Sayumi's story is helpful when I start to overthink finances and projects and goals. Start where you are, bank up knowledge, be strategic when the time comes, and go one step at a time, yeah?
this project is called the "wash away project". this project is about resilience and inner strength and the ability to overcome personal shadows, an adversity or anything that has made the person feel small, out of their control or powerless. The people in these photos write the word (or words) that represented their own personal adversity or hardship they have faced in their lives. Their word is written on their face or any part of the body they choose. They are then splashed with a bucket of water to "wash away" the word that once held them back. The water represents the resilience to not let personal struggle dominate who you are and what you are limited to. They have accepted that the word is part of them but they can accelerate past it and move forward to be the person they are. You are yourself. You are who you choose to be. You just have to have the heart and resilience to make your word "wash away".
Before I got too intimidated, too shy or started to overthink things I decided to challenge myself to draw a giraffe from memory in about five seconds with a sharpie marker. I like to have my first drawing be from memory because I can see how it changes over time once I've done some observational drawings...
4me4you Features - ‘reducing her colour palette..’
Artist: Vanessa Garwood
4me4you recently enjoyed a visit to PM/AM Gallery, where the spotlight illuminated the work of the talented artist Vanessa Garwood.
Vanessa Garwood, initially known for her mastery in oil-based portraiture, has evolved her artistic journey to embrace a diverse range of mediums and disciplines. This expansion has provided her with a broader canvas for creative expression, pushing the boundaries of her subject matter. Transitioning to a limited palette of black, white, and grey, Garwood delves into life's contrasting narratives with a literal visual representation, capturing the dynamic interplay on her canvases. Despite the constraint of this aesthetic choice, her works resonate with humour and satire, offering viewers an accessible entry point into her candid exploration of life's challenges.
In her latest artistic phase, Garwood has made bold decisions to paint exclusively in greyscale and switch from oils to the quicker drying medium of acrylics. These changes have streamlined her process, fostering a deeper immediacy in her work, which she considers her most personal to date. While her earlier focus was primarily on human subjects, including portraits, nudes, and dancers over two decades, she now draws inspiration from both reality and fantasy, blending boundless imagination with real-life figures. Despite the whimsical elements infused into her compositions, Garwood's commitment to naturalism ensures a relatable connection for the viewer.
The transition to a shorter window for paint manipulation may limit the time for technical refinement, yet it ignites a newfound spontaneity in Garwood's expression. Embracing this flux state, she thrives without the burden of overthinking. Surprisingly, the absence of colour doesn't diminish the vitality of her work; rather, it amplifies the raw energy of her paintings, captivating the viewer's imagination in monochrome. Garwood achieves a remarkable feat, activating the perception of colour in the mind without its physical presence, underscoring the power of her artistic vision.
A notable theme in Garwood's oeuvre is the strong presence of women engaged in everyday rituals seldom depicted in traditional art history—moments shared over drinks, cigarettes, laughter, and embraces. These scenes epitomise expressive freedom, celebrating vivacity while acknowledging underlying insecurities and challenges. They serve as a poignant reflection of a world grappling with oppressive struggles, yet reaching out for moments of joy and camaraderie amidst uncertainty.
This was taking forever; 'cause as usual I was overthinking the arrangement. Finally I just centered the foil heart and dropped the rest around it. Looks better this way! I did some editing in Photoshop (including a touch of Palette Knife) and added the watermark in Picnik. And then ate a few candies to celebrate!
Note: Those red bumpy hearts are great!!
Day 166 of the 365 days challenge.
I overthink absolutely everything in my life; I can't help it. The part of me which allows me to reason is also the part of me which forces me to analyze-- even when there's nothing to dissect, my brain tries.
I haven't been getting much sleep lately. That's probably why.
Sticker on a newspaper box in San Francisco, California. Is it urging us to "Be a higher consciousness" or is it saying that "Be" is a higher consciousness. The ellipsis makes it delightfully ambiguous. Or am I overthinking this?
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 1
My package that arrived yesterday contained my very own Duaflex IV! Meg, you're such a great friend to give it to me--I'll try to do you proud with TTV. oOnce I can settle on a macro filter and a contraption style. as you might imagine, I am overthinking it something awful!
Gabriel Cohen, curator of Sundays at Sunny's and author of Storms Can't Hurt the Sky: A Buddhist Path Through Divorce (Da Capo Lifelong Books, 2008), talks about how overthinking can lead to depression.
Listen to the interview
"I want you to know something about me, it's very important that you know about it before we get any closer"
"What is it?" He was busy taking off his shirt.
"Deep down I'm very possessive, angry, insecure person! If we are going to get emotionally attached. You should always keep that in mind"
He stopped for a moment and put back his shirt.
"Let's go down to the hall and sit in front of the mirror. You will feel better. And stop overthinking, okay? "
Ever since they had met, It had become a habit for them to sit in front the giant mirror in the hall and spend a lot of time looking how beautiful they looked together. They spend hours in front of it, playing with each other's hair and talking about random things that might happen in their future.
Years went fast but they felt younger. They were still those teenagers who fell in love at first sight. Even though the world around them changed, they refused to grow up.
But no matter how hard they tried to hold on to themselves, time changed everything. Nothing lasts forever.
" My family is shifting to Spain this week. Dad says, business is good; if he can personally be there. He is taking all of us there. I don't know what to do," He told her.
"What about me then? Do you only think about yourself? Don't you want to meet me every day?" She started crying
"I can't take a decision, what should we do? "
"Marry me! We can be happy together. We can pay our bills, and live at my parent's apartment. "
"C'mon Sofia, be practical! We are just 20. We can't get married now, we can't stay at your parent's apartment forever. We need our own place and we need to continue our studies. "
Sofia looked at the mirror in front of them. She couldn't hide her emotions and burst into tears.
"I don't know... How I will ever survive without you. You are the only real friend I have."
Both of them sat silently for a while.
"I will never forget you. I will come back to you, when I finish my studies. We could buy a big house, with a lot of dogs, a Ferrari in the porch, maids to take care of you. We could go on a road trip around the world and buy everything you want. "
"I just want you to come back. Promise me, you will come back! " She took his hand and placed it on hers.
"I promise "
"Will you write me every day from Spain? Or wait, I should be practical, every week? " She started giggling.
"You cheeky little thing!" They both started laughing.
Thursday, and time to go home.
Or at least start the journey.
We found out this year when we drove to Tuscany, just how many hours driving through the country from Calais to the south was.
It was going to take between three and four hours for me to get from Reims to the Tunnel, then check in, wait for a train and so on.
I might be home by two.
I have a shower, get dressed and go to breakfast, have more bread and apricot jam, followed by coffee.
I then go to pack, giving the room one last sweep before going to check out and load the car.
I was going to visit the cathedral in Amiens, so programmed a nearby car park to it on my phone, and set off, out of the compound, over the roundabout and onto the motorway.
It was dull and grey, with a hint of mist in the air, though little wind, so I drove steadily west, following the changes in road made by the phone.
Only issue is that driving a right hand drive car, when I got to the tolls, I had to get out, walk round the car to either collect a ticket of pay the charge. Mostly, drivers of cars behind me thought this very funny indeed.
I reached the outskirts of Amiens, and my overthinking meant I pondered and eventually convinced myself that driving into the centre, finding a place to park and taking hundreds of shots of the cathedral was going to take too much time, so changed direction and turned north towards Calais instead.
Though I still cruised some 20kph below the limit, easy to do with traffic light, and meaning I could listen to the podcasts through the car's speakers.
Soon there were signs suggesting time spent on a beach or on the cliffs, meaning I was near Calais.
The last toll paid, driving past Boulogne, and counting down the junction numbers until I reached exit 44, and the turning for the wine warehouse.
I wasn't here for wine, but for beer, but the Belgian Christmas beers were not yet in stock, so I buy some magnums of my favourite beers, some cider for Jools, and a bottle of liqueur made from grape must.
Next door to the fromagerie, and I point to four different cheeses, buy those before going to the last shop to buy some fresh bread. I should have bought some fancy cakes, but my limited French deserted me.
So, laden with booze, cheese and bread, I drive two junctions back down to the exit for the tunnel, check in, go straight to immigration, and ten minutes later I was in the lounge, having been told there was 20 minutes before loading for the next train closed.
There's free food, so I have a wrap, a sandwich and a can of pop before going to the car, driving to the waiting area, where almost at once we were allowed to board.
And that was the adventure over with. The train pulled out, I didn't notice, then snoozed through the trip under the sea, so that the daylight in Folkestone as we left the tunnel jolted me awake.
Soon we were let off, so I drive off, taking the left hand lane to exit at Dollands Moor, then through Frogholt to the motorway, through the nostril and to Dover.
I fill up at the garage on Townwall Street, then go home, where Mulder and Scully were hungry. One of the bowls was upside down at the bottom of the stairs.
I feed them, and they go to bed.
Happy.
The car was unloaded, dirty laundry put in the machine, and everything else in its place, before boiling the kettle for a brew, and as a treat, have a Halloween cup cake I liberated from the Tunnel.
There was bread and cheese for dinner, so nothing to prepare, just leave the cheese out to "breathe", and sip my brew.
Jools arrives, I slice the bread and we try two of the cheeses, both delicious, and unpasteurised. As they should be. One of which is like two camemberts with some kind of spiced fruit in the middle. No idea what the filling was, but had hints of spice and fruit, maybe like those who have cheese with their Christmas cake?
A lazy evening, listening to Man Utd in Europe, sipping wine and nibbling on Mini Cheddars.
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