picture freak

Holidays so far has just been dragging along just around the speed of my thoughts, I’ve done lots like painted my door a weird combination of sky blue and purple, and my stairs as well. It does look pretty in spite of the horrifying sight that might have come to your mind when you just read of the color scheme, it’s not that I wanted to paint them in those very particular colors but they were all I had at home, also I’ve arranged some of the plants in my mom’s garden, read a few good books, organized all the books at home(which could mean I’ve taken all my books and put them at the front but wtv) and indulged in a bit of Photography, which basically comprises of my moms plants again and inanimate objects around the house, and my feet. Lol. I seem love taking pictures. It’s just something I’ve found is really fun in the past few days it surprises me how much more beautiful they seem when you do it right especially with the night sky as your background and when you don get blamed for making a mess of the floor by dripping it with drops of paint, horrifying people with really bright colors or for some of the family members not being able to find their special books, its almost perfect. But I’d say I’ve got loads to improve since I cant’ seem to keep my hand still when I know I have to, so most of the stuff come out like I've taken pictures of a thousand funky fluorescent light’s. There are millions of ideas in my head as to what I want to capture and how I want them and its interesting trying to figure out how I get there to the billions of things jus waiting to be shot or rather me waiting to do so. Might be these few days wont’ be so bad after all, when I’ve still got to learn what kind of magic those 1000 other settings on my camera can do, I’d say I’ve got a long time before I get bored of this interest and perfect the art of photography. I’ve put some of them up so check them out, dazzle in the brightness, try not to blind your eyes, and leave your comments.

writing

Writing at night is just something I do when I can’t seem to sleep(well one of the things). Its funny really the stuff I end up typing. All I ever do is manage to somehow put together a few sentences from my never ending flow of thoughts. Even though I might not be willing to put down every single word I try to pick out the good stuff. So the way I see it, it could turn out to be a masterpiece or a piece of crap even though there seems to be no sight of anything remotely respectable (even titles) so far I ‘m thinking there’s always extra virtual space left around to improve.

pictures in the park

Today was really fun for me and my friends, well I can safely say so for me .lol. We took lots of pictures today mostly because one of my most special friends was moving away from town. it was the first time I ever did such a thing, its especially hard(well not really as we did manage it in the end) when you’ve got to put four faces in one frame, with everyone fidgeting, and making sure they looked good, and they did come out really well. We’re all perfect amateurs. But I had a blast, it does look like we were having fun and lets say twenty years down the line it might just have like a before and after thing. Just hoping I can live up to the after. Lol

home

Its funny how a simple place can be like home and some of the most luxurious ones can’t, or the other way around. Might be it’s about what a place brings to your mind. A sense of feeling. Lately I’ve had to stay with my grandmother and when you live in jayanagar you would hardly want to move any where else. It’s got the best of everything food, coffee places, parks, loads of places too shop at yet not too close that it might seem too commercial. It’s got the wide roads with trees on both side, and a perfect mix of peace and sound. Friends live really close by, it’s almost perfect. But still when i'm at my grandmothers place where it’s just me and her, I’m content I could say. Even though I’m not intending to, because it’s hard when you move from a place you’ve lived in for the past fifteen years and when this place doesn’t’ have any of the stuff mentioned above. It could even be that after all these years I needed a change, as I always thought when it comes to this area I would hardly ever want any change. They say you don’t really have to travel far when what you’re looking for is a home. Wondering what that means. Hopefully it’s not anything deep then I won’t have to bother, or it would be like trying to find an ocean where there’s only a lake.

our first kidnapping

stumbled onto somthing nice on the net

"We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.

The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known."

"The major difference between a thing that might go wrong and a thing that cannot possibly go wrong is that when a thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong it usually turns out to be impossible to get at or repair."

Anything that happens, happens. Anthing that, in happening, causes something else to happen, causes something else to happen. Anthing that, in happening, causes itself to happen again, happens again. It doesn't necessarily do it in chronological order, though. - Douglas Adams

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