visualise

Lisboa 2010 - of purpose

I like the concept above; dreaming can be just a way to visualise where you're going and where you want to go. I prefer this idea to the "up there in the clouds" one when defining dreaming. I dream. A lot. And I avoid thinking too much about things, so as not to dry them of meaning. Some things escape my control and I dissect them till they're a little piece of dust. In the end, if you argue your case well enough, you should be able to prove or disprove most points and I don't want to disprove or see the logical side of my wishes. And dreams. Right now, I may not be making much sense, but I am. Somewhere in the land of daydreamers, I accept it's a good thing just to enjoy it.

::inspiring Mondays::

Lisboa 2010 - Verdades

I seem to be starting these inspiring Mondays with a fact. A fact of debatable interest, but a fact nonetheless. So here goes... I am one grateful big sister, for I have the best little brother in the world, very possibly the Universe!

♥ Little brother visiting; it was absolutely amazing
♥ Spending more time with Lili, so refreshing
♥ Delightful dinner with good friends and little brother and Lili
♥ Pausing for 3 seconds on Saturday while everyone walks from the restaurant to the pub and realising how so very lucky I am!
♥ Photographing yet a bit more, I'm getting there
♥ Picking up the fair isle hat I'm knitting and actually knit a few rows, it had been well over a week
♥ Hugs and cuddles and laughter

Yes, it's Monday and little brother has gone back to Portugal and it's raining almost non-stop since I left the house this morning, but... Oh my, have I had an excellent weekend indeed and that is so very inspiring.


Photo: "It's so difficult to hold back a river when the river runs inside us."... and so it is :)

little brother

24/52 - Portugal

Little Miss Joey's little brother is visiting. My brother is only the most important person to me and the one that makes the world seem a bit less scary at times for I know come what may neither of us will ever be alone. Little brothers are indeed one of the best things ever. I'm excited about this weekend and so, but so happy he's here! I'm not even moaning about the idiotic rain. Yet, anyway. He's asleep now. Next door. And knowing that makes the world today seem brighter :)

Photo: we went to Lisbon together in December 2009; he didn't believe me when I said Lisbon was one of the most beautiful cities ever with a magical light. Said he had never seen it. And now he does. Guess big sisters have their uses too :)

of polka dots...

Learning photography

... or how the world is not black and white. 

Today I wasn't going to blog. Then Nicky (or Dobbin, whichever you prefer) said he was going to and the little bit of me that is slightly competitive thought "bummer, here I go again!". Of course to compete I needed an idea. Or a focus. And we all know by now how good I am at that, right? So idea no 1 followed from the last post and how today I carried my camera around and how that turned out... maybe tomorrow. Idea no 2 was how I was posting just so that Nicky wouldn't beat me by that many posts. I ended up settling with idea no 3, how the world is not black and white and how I love polka dots to remind me of that. 

Growing up I was under the impression there was only right or wrong and you were either good or bad. Then you get to know yourself a bit more and you learn this is not quite true. And then you get to know others a bit more and you know this is definitely not true. Which is not a bad thing; it is just how it is. And how it is sometimes goes without a classification of good or bad.    

I shouldn't be here right now. In fact, I am not here right now. On so many ways, there is nothing wrong with me being here or not. In this grey world of ours, oh how I dislike the word grey, it is ok for me to be here. Even when I'm not. Black and white. Not. Bits of so many colours all at once, much like polka dots.

a photographic habit

Glasgow


I got my first DSLR camera in January 2009, a Nikon D80 which I've been in love with ever since. Yes, I'm a Nikon gal and I wouldn't have it any other way! 

My beloved D80 has recently been in hospital for a month, with a broken shutter. To my almost teary face, the lovely gentleman fixing it said: it's ok, it's only the shutter; they have a limited number of clics, you know? No, I didn't know. But he seemed to know what he was talking about and I felt I could trust him and now it's back safe and sound and well.

When I got it, I used to carry it around all the time, and I mean all the time! It didn't feel heavy or spacious or cumbersome, just incredibly satisfying and rewarding. It's been two years now and instead of getting even more into the habit of it, I dropped it altogether (on weekdays, in favour of lunch and shoes! hardly comparable!). Starting this blog and aiming to have a photo on every post has made me realise I need to get back into the habit of having it with me at all times. It's a good habit to have! And I have done another thing or two to encourage my photographic habits, watch this space. 

The thing is, when you have your camera with you all the time, you can capture beautiful ginger cats sunbathing in secondhand bookshops. Definitely a strong motivational factor on its own.

inspiring Monday

Porto 2010 - Breakfast

Woke up at 5am. On a Monday. 
Impressed? Not really.
Happy? Yes. For I had an amazing long weekend.

♥ Lovely wonderful time with a very dear friend. And seeing her happy.
♥ Played with my camera all weekend. More of that at some point. I hope.
♥ Went to the rugby. Super League weekend and the Millenium stadium. Oh wow!
♥ Very successful shopping trip(s). And I don't even like shopping. Oh yes.
♥ Sunday dinner with another dear friend with such good news.

So... even though I woke up at 5am on a Monday, I have good memories to fill the incredibly long day. That and the photo. Summer breakfast. Before the beach. Or at the beach. Memories from Grandmother. Memories of now and how we keep traditions.

fashion


I'm still lacking a focus. I'm sure I've decided to find one... But I haven't yet. Nor my voice. Which is another way of saying my style. Nor have I established a frequency for posting that is independent of Dobbin (even though I've been doing ok by myself in the blog world while he's on holiday!). So many things to do and so little time... While I find Little Miss Joey's true self amidst her little comic attempts, I will indulge in showing beautiful things.

When I grow up I want to have a little cape like this one. I very much doubt I'll look this adorable in it, but that's another story and something for me to worry about! Matilde Beldroega designs the most beautiful fabric dolls, from little girls, to cats and dogs and donkeys and even whole families. She dresses them up in the cutest miniature outfits, here and here and here. I could go on, but instead I'm wondering when this growing up business will actually happen so I can give myself one of these dolls... humm... which one to pick? This has always been my dilemma, I cannot pick one... maybe a donkey? So cute!

::inspiring Mondays::

Red

I typically have more coffee on Mondays. Fact. Not true today.
It was painful to wake up. I was slow. Very slow.
But still I felt inspired. On a Monday.

♥ I went running. 24 minutes. Yay me.
♥ It was sunny. Pretty much all day.
♥ Photos from Paris. Want to go. Again. And again. Here.
♥ Girly chat on skype with dear friends. I like it.
♥ M from Belgium, who's only one of my best friends, just booked tickets to come visit me in April.

All in all... what's not to love about Mondays, really? Ok, about this Monday!

P.S. - The photo is totally unrelated, but I like red and trams and Lisbon. 

new beginnings

Oxford

This weekend Oxford was a place for new beginnings... for my cousin and I. We grew up together. We played and laughed and were children and became teenagers and then a bit older than that and I moved away and we grew a bit apart without really knowing it. Only this weekend when she came to visit because she needed her new beginning, have I realised how this time together became our new beginning. And I like Oxford a bit more for giving us that.

preparing a Sunday post

yellow

of yellow
Sources here


I like yellow. In fact, I love yellow! (and red and red with white polka dots and white, but today it's about yellow so let me focus for once!)
One of my teachers used to say "if it weren't for different opinions, what would happen to yellow?". Needless to say I never quite got why yellow had been singled out for this insightful yet quite mean thought about said colour. And that made me like yellow even more (we all love an underdog, really!).
Yellow has a smile attached. Typically mine. Frequently other people’s - sunshine is yellow! My favourite flowers are yellow roses; before I favourited tulips, yellow tulips.
I thought all this before putting the above mosaic together. I did it to illustrate my love of yellow and in doing so I realised 1. I really do love it 2. I had a great time looking for pictures with a particular colour theme and putting them together in a mosaic 3. I will definitely be doing this more often. Now I just need to find all the other colours I also love; not a difficult task. Enough of that, this post is only about yellow. And possibly about yellow roses in the sunshine.

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