My Sony family has new member, the beautiful camera on the picture below.
My mom keeps asking me how much it cost in a disapproving way. I haven’t dared telling her… *:D
There are a couple cameras at work too.
But I cannot bring them home for an extended amount of time, or to Africa. They are not mine.
If you have not read «The Little Prince» by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, you should. I reread it in a burst the other day. It’s not about cameras, but I keep remembering this phrase, along with a little lump in my throat:
He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world.
The point of having an awesome camera in your bag at all times is that you start looking at world differently, depending on which optics you carry. All sorts of new perspectives open up. Did that make sense in English?
At the very least: A camera is a good reason to look around instead of staring at your feet. Wow. I just realized it’s actually a reason to leave the house.
My heart froze for a second before I realized Nina was asking about the plush doll she had placed above the curtain rails. I thought the kitty was cute and noticed how it looked kind of homemade when I first saw it. Now all I see is horns.
As I left work today, I had this happy feeling in my tummy, called VACATION!
It will only last a week, but this I know: A week of vacation and traveling is worth many weeks of everyday life. My colleagues will barely notice that I’m gone, while I will feel that a lifetime has passed when I see them again.
I’m celebrating by packing and looking up my old traveling galleries ❤
You will know what I’m talking about if your town has one street, one shopping centre, one pub, one club, one… well, only one option for pretty much everything. And if you have an ex – then you will get the dangers of leaving your house.
You can have a normal day until you see your ex’s car (which there is only one of around here) drive up to the parking lot in front of the mall, with a female passenger who reaches to his shoulder when he hugs her on the way in.
You might stay inside on a Saturday night, but your friends will not. And they will tell how intimately he danced with her, before sending you a message in the early morning hours, asking if you are awake. I was not awake, fortunately.
So I didn’t blog yesterday. It took me approximately one minute to find The New Girl on Facebook and become utterly depressed. She’s gorgeous. I tried drowning my sorrows in ice cream and watched Netflix.
Today, I’m trying to focus on how I’m doing quite fine in the moment, and not stress about the mistakes of the past, the future or other people. I’m trying to focus on me… I want to do something nice for myself.
I’m washing my clothes and cleaning my room. Again >_<
Maybe you have some good advice for me, Great Internet. What can I do to feel better?
You know what happens when your backup hard drive crashes? Personally, I lose the motivation to take more pictures. What’s the point of preserving a moment or a memory for ever, if you won’t see it ever again?
And those crashes, they happen to me a lot. Do they happen to you too?
So I haven’t taken pictures for months (except for ❤ work <3). Because what’s the point? Also, it’s dark outside >_> #polarnights
Then, I decided to look through my old backup disk earlier today.
There will be no photo summary of 2015 on this blog. “R.I.P. stupid hard drive”. Instead – pictures of christmas past: