The sky was crazy beautiful all along galle face and marine drive after work; but just as I came to the end of my tuk ride, the sun started to burst out from behind the clouds, and I just had to get down and be the crazy girl – juggling a saree that by the end of the day was almost falling off me; balancing my laptop and by bag; avoiding some questionable looking sand piles (smelt awful) to take pictures of this sunset.
It’s crazy that all I had to do was stick my head out of my tuk, and later get down and stand on the pavement – to see a view like this.
It’s too easy for me to forget why I love photography, it’s too easy too fall into a rut of comparison – where someone else always has a better picture.
Photography has always felt like a deep calm breath. It’s a way of not holding everything in your life together, letting it all go for a minute. You have your camera, your settings and you have control. The ability to look at something; through your eyes and save it. Or share it. Show it to strangers on the internet. Or just keep it for yourself as your desktop background.
I remember during exams, before getting back into the hell that is an incomprehensible journal article which I should have read a week ago; a half a minute of looking at my desktop background – at a picture I loved for myself, not anyone else – was enough. It would keep the panic away, and just help so much.
I haven’t forgotten the feeling when I first took a focused picture on manual settings – a picture with decent light that wasn’t shaky. That feeling of pulling the prints out of the white kodak envelope, and realising that my settings were alright.
It felt great.
It still does (Minus the kodak envelope).
I just need to focus on that feeling and not the rest of them.
I am done with my undergraduate. Can’t really believe it, but apparently it’s true. I’ve been seriously chilling and procrastinating when it comes to looking for employment, but I am enjoying everything so much!
I have tonnes planned for the blog, can’t wait to get to it! For now, here are some pretty flowers.
My camera has gathered dust, and I haven’t posted in 24 days. Tis the exam month. I will be back properly after the 31st of may, with some proper content, promise. For now, here’s a picture that’s currently the lock screen(?) of my laptop, and has yet failed to help me breathe and get some perspective.
(It was meant to go in a different post with more pictures, so maybe it will make a second appearance)
I’ve found it very easy to get caught up in the stress of my exams in May, but my final year has honestly been a good one. A more chilled one. The pressure is less, and I have had a lot of fun, a lot of days sleeping in, reading books in bed, watching movies, going out. There have been a lot, a real lot of super chill, happy days and today is one of them.
I finished the netflix series The Crown (definitely recommend) and am just lazing around (probably should finish some reading). But it’s been an overwhelming good day, in a really great last year of uni. The picture has very little to with what I’m talking about, just the colours – the reddish-brown of the road, against the blue water – and it’s a super chill picture, no stress at all.
Continuing the colour- emotion thing, pretending I have a theme going, here are some wonderfully blue landscapes. Blue mountains, Blue skies reflected in Blue water – soak it up, while I sit at my desk and pretend I’m there, cold wind on my face, legs aching after the walk, camera in my hand – in Kandy, at Horton Plains, at Lake Gregory.
Currently so overwhelmed and anxious, I’m just breathing in the picture, and feeling at least a little better. Escapism is a definite perk of photography.
Organizing and categorizing my pictures from 2015 and 2016 is honestly a life saver now. It’s stress-free, but it involves focus – so switching from editing a picture to reading a journal article isn’t too difficult a transition. Here’s a filler picture – I’ve got a post scheduled for Monday, so this is just a post to keep me going honestly.
Just a picture of fluffy clouds, a rainbow and a crane. I took this ages ago, and actually posted it on an older blog, so it feels kind of stand-alone – which is strange for me – I usually like my pictures in series.
I obviously haven’t posted in a while, and that’s because I had a bit of a block. I wanted to post a series of red-themes pictures – I sorted them out, made some edits and it was all ready, but it seemed inadequate somehow, and like I was posting just to post, so that post never materialized. While those pictures languished in a folder of my google drive, gathering electronic dust I have had a few shitty weeks, where I saw red (read: polite term for lost my shit on numerous occasions) mainly because I have lost focus in general. My finals are coming up and I am honestly not doing enough work, which is stressing me out on occasion – the rest of the time I’m sleeping/scrolling through insta/wasting time in general. If I’m being perfectly honest, this post is me procrastinating.
Anyway, one good thing came out of this, and that is that now my red-themed pictures have a theme or a reason – they will not move onto the blogosphere without some semblance of relevance! Hurrah for pictures with purpose! (no, not more purpose than I have in my life – I know you were thinking that. I have tea in my life, and if that isn’t purpose, I don’t know what is :P)
Looking at the pictures now, I feel like they have very little relevance to this post. But I like them, so too bad.
Bandarawela – cooler weather, breath taking scenery and that finally-out-of-the-effing-city feeling. The vibes you get from travelling to cooler climates, upcountry are so happy – makes you want to go on walks and hikes and DO THINGS – until asthma and the reality of my lack of fitness kicks in- but it’s a nice feeling.
I didn’t actually take many pictures in Bandarawela as I was only there for one night, but I made many stops on the way to and fro – to take pictures, stretch my legs and feel less carsick
It’s a rather terrible confession, but as much as I love dramatic, spectacular pictures – with depth of field and brilliant composition, there is a certain charm to the mundane, basic pictures that just kind of say ‘this is what it looks like, and I think it looks pretty’. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that jazz.
I will leave you to the mundane, and go attempt to study.