Give me a light-safe box. With a tiny little hole. Some photo paper. Sunlight. Time and ideas. These are the essentials for an camera obscura, the pinhole camera. These pictures were taken at my school in art class, with a … Continue reading →
Winter is one of my favorite times. The cold air, beautiful and slowly falling snow. Perfect lightning, perfect white. When everythings colored, they’re just a bunch of houses, randomly thrown together. But when it snows, and a thick layer of cosy looking snow covers the roofs like a fluffy duvet, everything becomes silent and perfect. It’s like time is standing still, as your breath forms breathing clouds in the air and snowflakes is silently falling from the sky.
I got inspired by this post, therefore let me pick up an important topic: reading ♥
“We read to know we are not alone.”
– C. S. Lewis
Reading is like dreaming with open eyes. A world without books is like a house without windows. Reading is like watching a movie in your head, with the perfect cast, people who play our favorite characters just like we love them to be and look just like we imagine them to look. Colors that are exactly like we expect them to be, a grass-green or light lime green that fulfills our desire for perfection. Every word an author writes has it’s own purpose, and every reader and savourer understands the purpose his/her own way. That’s what we call the power of the mind, the richest of all gifts: imagination.
Keep on reading, because it will not only enlighten your heart, it will open your mind to new ways of writing and usage of words, it will shut off reality easily with one page and only words.
When you sell someone a book, you don’t just sell them paper with ink on it, you sell them a dream. ♥
And if you’re worried carrying around that many books, I can entrust you to buy an eReader. I have the Kobo touch lilac, and I love it. Since I carry it in my bag, I take it out very often when I’m on the move and enjoy my own world (:
Finally, the school bell rings. School’s out, let’s go home and enjoy this friday evening! He pushes the door, keeps it open for me and I open my umbrella. He huddles under it, takes it and I lean against him. My arm around his one. Laughing as we cross the street with our classmates, staying under the busstops roof. We talk together, stay in a circle as always. Suddenly he takes my hands, turns around. We’re just staying there, then holding my face, he softly runs his fingers across my cheeks. He closes his eyes and comes closer and closer. His lips are soft, I feel so free, like walking on air. Some seconds later, we’re just starring at each other, his eyes are shining.
He hugs me, “I love you”.
A smile flits over my face. I’m looking right into his eyes, his face in my hands. It’s so soft. He smells of smoke, cigarettssmoke. But it’s not the same smell as it is of other smokers, it’s not that bitter.
“I love you too”.
Written by my lovely Mariposa, it’s a guestpost for my blog. (:
I will be posting one to her blog too, feel free to check it, but it’s german.
Spring has come to an end, a warm, chilling and wonderful summer is coming up. A few windy cold days, still chasing after us, trying to hold us back before we fly off like birds, with so much lightness and facility we can’t be compared to petals of flowers blown away by a warm summer breeze.
I’m so happy! Yesterday, my father gave my 16th birthday present to me, a Canon EOS 500D! I have always longed for a DSLR! It’s like always having a black’n white television, then suddenly getting a Samsung LED TV ;P No, joking. I always shot photos with digitalcams, and later with my iPhone 4. Those weren’t bad, really I loved the photos turned out. But a DSLR has a better quality, so it’s a big big win for every passionate photographer. My passion for photography has always been there, I always looked for little and small, plain and then just emphasize it with macro-focus to something more vibrant and vivid.
This way, it told her quiet. She followed voiceless, knowing if she said one word, her mind would call her back. Trust. Giving up every reason she could find, she didn’t ever struggle one time. A long, tiring way it leaded her, and not once she looked back. A one way ticket to unkown land, there was it, right before her eyes. where does this road lead her? into a new utopia, promised land or in an deep abyss of despair?