The Windy
Posted December 5th, 2008 | Filed under: Design, Idle
a girl’s quixotic love of happenstance photographs and words.
Today we met for cameras, photos, and a coffee; standard fare for two impish photographers high on life and filled with energy. The rainy afternoon made no difference to the quantity being produced, soft cloudy days creates a natural diffusion of light on its subject below and surrounding environments, and digital exposure knows no bounds. An umbrella for shelter, a caffeine drink in hand, and comfortable sneakers, knows no bounds for explorations.
I played with a pinhole camera, holga-esque, that allows the light exposure onto the film to be carefully balanced by incorrect shutter speed and a shaky hand movement. At best, the digital camera made an appearance after several modeling and impromptu photoshoot (is there any other kind?) before the noisy combination of a large crowd of men, pot, and bicycles drove us away.
On a last note, cheese cakes, especially the mocha variety, devoured at Waves coffee shops are best known for their decadence and evil-yet tempting dessert perfection. T_T
Somewhere a long time ago there was once written prose that escaped into the webosphere, with a literature and language hitherto unknown that had perhaps appeared before in different shapes and forms. In the past two years, the choice was to experience life to its fullest and learn about design, without any documentation.
I am almost twenty-two now, Jen nee operaglasses and Rowan of catharsis have left the internet to pursue other worlds to conquer, my inspirations for the prose that once scattered through the forefront mind, so I shall try once again and write with both design, photography, and poetry en medias res. (the archives shall slowly be returning to public viewing shortly)
Recently I have been indulging in pyrotechnic tendencies; ie. burning friendship candles straight out of storage for pretty scents and tiny hidden trinkets! Is it possible that I have never played with matches and lighters previously? Is the drifting smoke a stranger?
The breezes threaten to create a dance routine for the flame, while the melting wax threatens mutiny unless it contacts the water and then.. its really lovely!!
pools of colored wax floating in twisted shapes and forms. The entire scene reminds me of a volcano eruption with different powdered sugar dyes. What I haven’t counted on however, is the fact that strands of my bangs occasionally come in contact with the glass and PUFF! my hair starts curling in smoky twisty curls that are charred to a crisp
The seashore and forest nature attract my attention more than the city landscapes and alley streets. People appear natural in their urban locations and also in nature there are more animals and content birds to capture.
Nature changes slowly through uncounted years. And also there is us, merely transforming the psychology of the mind in shapes and process. We’re all still very alone and I like that happy still feelings.