— Walking, what I do every single day. That’s not just walking around the house, silly. I mean of course, long walks that takes 10 minutes minimum. And I really mean everyday, sun, rain, snow…no single day that I won’t walk about. We can get a lot from walking – aside of course from not using fuel to get to where we should go, it benefits our overall well-being. You move, you sweat, it’s good for your muscles and your...
The most wonderful day for Cinderella came when Prince Charming stopped by her house and slipped that glass slipper on her foot. Mine came on that day when I finally held in my hands my first DLSR camera, a Canon 400D (although photography and cameras are not new to me, it was a special moment). On both instances, our lives- Cinderella’s and mine- changed forever. I first became interested in photography when I was also writing for the University paper....
Living the cliche a picture paints a thousand words.Ein Bild sagt mehr als tausend Worte. Una imagen vale mas que mil palabras.
Celebrities – and some of my admittedly vainer friends- have taken to Botox and collagen injections to keep themselves looking young. Not that I’m afraid of needles, but I just don’t feel that I need to go down that route. Sure, they can do what they want with their money, but I have found a much cheaper alternative to preserving my youth.
Worry and stress are the usual suspects when it comes to stripping us of our youthful glow. So whenever I feel a stress attack coming on, I simply look out my window. I guess I’m blessed to have a window in my room which is large enough to frame the beautiful view outside.
Looking at the various hues of the sunset (or sunrise) gives me an overall sense of calm. It reassures me that all is well in the world, and that tomorrow is still sure to come and wash away my worries. I’m reminded that whatever sorrow I’m feeling at that moment is but fleeting. It too shall pass.
Nature has a way of making me feel lighter. It almost has this hypnotic power to put me in a trance, to stabilize whatever hypertensive, physical manifestations I may have at a certain moment. If I can’t go outdoors, I just sit by my window sill, and take in the spectacular view. I let the wind kiss my cheeks and envelop me, as if giving me a virtual hug.
Our lives are laden with worries and petty preoccupations. Although these are realities we can’t just easily escape from, we can still manage how we think or feel. What we can do is to find that which relaxes or comforts us. For some, it can be a hobby or listening to music by Bruno Mars or Christina Perri. To each his own… no judgment here at all!
Even in the absence of people around us, we can pull something out of ourselves or from our surroundings to help alter our perspective on things. When life throws curveballs at us, we just have to cope however which way we can.
Cliché et Touché. Remember Ernie and Bert? They have a lot to teach…for one, they were always there for each other. When one couldn’t sleep, the other would help him count sheep. Whenever Ernie had a problem with his rubber ducky, Bert would always be there to console him. In this manner, both a man and a woman must be willing to give a bit of themselves for the betterment of the other, and of their union. It takes two to tango. If they wish to make their relationship go anywhere, they both need to give each other time. They have to put in effort to resolve any disputes and to strike a compromise whenever needed. Despite stark differences, a good couple could still manage to overcome life’s challenges together.
I could say the same about a photographer and his camera. Many would say that it’s not the camera but the photographer who takes great shots! True, but come on! Give credit to where it’s due…cameras are tools and without them no photographs can be made (obviously). It’s always a tandem…a photographer needs to learn about the camera and the camera in some way should deliver – grossly depending on the one holding it. I believe that yes, they should be compatible too.
I, for one, love to use my current “toy” but being bulky as it is, I tend to use phone cameras as well…and there are really good ones out there – physical attributes aside, just like the LG G2. This smartphone is wonderfully packed with goodness! I mean photography-related goodness that every user will love. It’s a huge 5.2-inch Full HD phone with a powerful quad-core 2.2GHz processor but isn’t bulky. And since we’re talking cameras, let’s focus on it. Its 13Megapixel (13mp) rear camera could rival your point and shoot when zooming – come close to your subject without sacrificing the quality (unlike many that would go pixelated). It would certainly produce better images on low-light conditions resulting in less noise.
The LG G2 has a dual camera – you can take photos and record videos using both the the front (2.1mp) and rear (13mp) cameras – simultaneously too!
Another awesome feature that the LG G2 boasts of is the Multi Points Auto Focus (AF) – enabling fast and accurate focus for multiple moving objects (or faces). There are twelve shooting modes namely: Normal, Shot and Clear (erases something from a picture), HDR, Panorama, VR Panorama (Photo Sphere shot), Beauty shot, Dual camera shot, Night scene, Sports, Time Catch shot and Intelligent Auto mode…and of course, there’s manual settings you can tinker with.
Whenever I have this compelling need to put on a strong façade, I find myself struggling. It’s never easy to look tough on the outside but feel all Jello-ish inside. One animal which doesn’t have that problem though, is the horse. The one with the shiny mane, who neighs and trots about gracefully, looks so effortlessly powerful.
Horses are fascinating. What I especially like about horses is that they look so mighty and yet they can be as gentle as a lamb. Horses can fight wars, win police car chases in movies, and at the same time they are a little girl’s pet. These beasts of burden can likewise be Barbie’s unassuming BFF.
That brings us back to the age-old adage of not judging a book by its cover. Outside appearances can be deceiving. Although a horse packs a wallop in size, it has a meek demeanor about it. Same goes with people. Somebody may seem all herculean and tough on the outside, but cringes at the mere sight of creepy crawlies. Never be fooled by how a person looks.
I wish I were a horse. Not because I want to trample on people who annoy me (push me more and I might have to do that!). I just sometimes wish that people would perceive me to be a strong woman. Whenever tears feel like falling, I want to be able to suck it all in and have a “to-hell-with-it” attitude.
But I am a horse. If I think it, I will be it.
I find clowns ironic. Just as that song Smile is so ironic to me as is Charlie Chaplin’s rather deadpan humor. I find them ironic especially when they frown. Colorful as they are, without a smile, they lose all the warmth. I can’t remember now why the clown in the photo seems to be in a bad mood. Mind you, this is not a stolen shot. I, as friendly as a politician running for a position is, would either approach someone and ask for permission to take their photos or simply take a behind-the-back shot. On curious occasions, strangers seeing me with my camera lugged around my neck would ask me to take their photo – some with their own cameras, others with mine. On events as the latter, courteous me would show them the photo after and offer it/them to be sent via email should they be interested.
Not all people would welcome the idea of being photographed but, you would be surprised that there would be more who are willing to smile for you than those who wouldn’t. So take your gear, go out, be friendly and try shooting unfamiliar faces and capture 1001 characteristics you might not be aware of existing.
Smile. A smile is the universal language of kindness. You give it free, you get it back free and it’s sure to make a situation lighter for you. One question that you might encounter as you approach strangers for their photo is; why? Don’t ever ignore this question. You will have a different reason than mine, of course, because I just love capturing moments and blog about them, it’s also given that I love meeting people from all walks of life even for a brief encounter. As a friend puts it, “we should somehow try to maintain a certain curiosity, enthusiasm and interest when it comes to the small things in life as well as gestures and acts of friendships.” And I couldn’t agree more.
When on your way to capture a character on your subject, try to give something back. That is – if they have something to offer. Like the clown above, he was also modelling balloons; so I asked for a dog and he did it in a few twists here and there and I gave some coins in return. That’s about the same for a busker doing great music, a mozart-impersonator standing breathless and a breakdancer showing off his skills. If they don’t have those, your friendliness is a good enough something.
Wherever you go to take photos of strangers, smile at them, chat a bit then capture a moment; only when you show genuine interest in someone can you take home colorful stories to tell.
Sometimes I wish I was a contortionist, so I’d have the flexibility to kick myself in the butt- multiple times! Nobody hates me more than myself whenever I say or do things which I later on regret. Almost as soon as I say something nasty, I want to roll my tongue up and swallow it. By then, it’s already too late to undo the pain I caused someone.
More often than not, it’s a case of “What was I thinking?” It’s irrational how I could’ve said something with no basis at all. It’s almost as if something has possessed me, voiding me of all sense and reason. Unseen outside forces seem to have some power to propel me to say or do things which I normally wouldn’t.
Once I find myself stuck in this quagmire, what do I do? The hair-pulling and self-berating of course will always come first. And then I become restless. I rack my brain for a way out of the prison I’ve put myself in.
When given the chance, I try to make up for the wrong I’ve done. I do my best to glue whatever’s broken back together. But, like a plate shattered to pieces, it won’t be the same.
And then there are some things simply beyond my control. The unfixable stays that way, until I learn to let go and virtually watch it float up to the heavens and beyond. I let time work its magic and trust that things will turn out better. There may be scars but, at least things will get better.