This is the other photo I took of my best friend the other day when he came to my house. I really wish we recorded this but we were enjoying in the moment and totally forgot about it.
I was really happy that day because I took the photo at a place where there was just grass and sky. It was awkward at first because the owner came to us talking about it..but I continued setting my camera and let my friend listen to him. He eventually left without asking us who we were and what were we doing..thankfully. Then my cousin arrived and helped us do the photo and we all had so much fun.
And this is the before and after..well..there were several shots but this was the main one.
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I wish I could tell you every little adventure that we had that day at the beach, especially THAT ONE, but I will keep this post appropriate and let your imagination run wild, although I don’t think you’ll ever guess it..*sighs*..oh god!
Anyway, last Friday some family friends invited us to a private farm which only a few people have access to. And at the end there was the beach, a very pretty one I must say. It’s a little odd that me living in a country with some of the most beautiful beaches in the world, I don’t like them, but there are a few that amaze me. They still terrify me..but sometimes I do like to be in the shore just listening to the waves with people I love.
To get there we had to get in trucks and vans for about 15 to 20 minutes. There were cows in the shore of the road very close to the vehicles which I was quite excited about because for some reasons I love cows..aren’t they just so cute? It was definitely an adventure just to get there.
We were having a good time, and I was so pumped to make some photos there, so we had to wait impatiently for the magic hour to shoot.
After several walks in the sand, cold food, sugarless coffee which was insuperably delicious, a bathroom less beach and a me that wanted to pee, my cousin’s sandal lost in the sea (R.I.P), a very good nap, something I had never done before, and laughter and more laughter…the magic hour finally came. Well..not really, but it was time to go to the spot where we were going to take the picture.
Now, the sand..the FREAKING SAND! So hard to walk on, aghh! I wanted to take the photo at the other end of the beach so after suffering, almost crying from having to walk on the FREAKING SAND, we were surprised to see that there were a few people in that area, and that it was actually not that pretty. So we had to go back, this time REALLY almost crying and yelling at my cousin! The people we were with were almost ready to go so I couldn’t wait until the lighting was more diffused to shoot. With a few people watching us, and the cruel wind, very little time, I thought the photo wasn’t going to turn out good but when I edited it, it was all right.
This is the photo, my cousin modeling, and the beach we were in.
I love this kind of days where you have to wake up early, and every thing is an adventure because a lot of things are very hard, but you choose to whether be mad about it, or laugh, enjoy the moment and remember it as a great unforgettable day.
I’m so happy and emotional right now. My best friend asked me a few weeks ago to make him a photograph. And yesterday, I finally did it. We laughed like in the old times, uncontrollably. I also told him that I was moving to US, and only yesterday I realized how much I’m actually going to miss him. Our friendship is not the same as it was before, but the fact that no matter how much we change as persons and grow apart, but still when we’re together we’re the same, is just beautiful. I’m so thankful to call him my best friend and for being able to live that kind of friendship that not everyone has.
Here’s a photograph I did yesterday. I had so much fun trying to tease my hair(which didn’t work quite well honestly) and covering it with baby powder that I couldn’t stop smiling. Although I was so careless with it that my shoes, my eyeglasses and my CAMERA ended up covered in it too. But overall I had fun, and that’s what’s most important.
Even though I don’t like to think like that anymore, this week has not been the best. It has been failure after failure. I’ve been feeling insecure, crushed and just not good enough.
The last photo I did, “A Woman’s Place” was supposed to be for my sister’s kitchen because she personally asked for it. I thought after all the critics that she told me while I was doing it, it would end up in a way that she would like it. Well..even though I did, she didn’t. It hurt me so much, and I know that I’m going to face that a lot of times in my life, but some part of me felt like I failed. I think it was the fact that we were so excited for it that hearing her said that, made me feel sad. Then I told my father that she didn’t like it and he practically told me that he didn’t like that much either. You can’t even imagine how I felt at that moment. Heartbroken. If it hurts hearing people saying bad things about something that you’ve work hard for and that you love, it’s even harder to hear it from your family. I know it’s relative but I really thought that it was pretty and that they were going to like it. I still love it anyway, I’m not going to let a few opinions change that, but it hurts. So I guess I won’t see that one on any wall, for now.
I think that their opinions really affected me though. This photo “Crushed Dreams”, is my third failure this week. Before this one, I tried to make two photos, they didn’t work at all. I didn’t know what I was doing and when I was going to edit them they just wasn’t good, I wasn’t feeling it at all. But I still managed to do this one from today, but I’m not very happy with it either. I’m trying to make a new one each week to keep practicing and improving but the fact that I have only my room to work on and only two dresses doesn’t help my imagination flow.
I didn’t want to sound negative at all, these things are not going to make my week necessarily bad, they are just little obstacles that you have to learn to deal with.
There are going to be a lot of people in your life that won’t like what you do, but if only one person does, that means that other millions will too. Don’t let them bring you down and stop you from what you want to achieve. Work hard. And one failure is only going to be one of many, at least it prepares you to work harder for your next project.
“White is totally reflective, awakening openness, growth and creativity. You can’t hide behind it as it amplifies everything in its way. In color psychology white is the color of new beginnings, wiping the slate clean, so to speak. It is the blank canvas waiting to be written upon. While white isn’t stimulating to the senses, it opens the way for the creation of anything the mind can conceive.”
This couldn’t be more right. As much as my favorite color has always been black, there’s nothing else that makes me feel how the color white does. It makes me feel at ease, it makes me feel peace and happiness.
I don’t have an Ikea bedroom at all, but just the fact that it’s all white makes it look like it’s right for me. When I go to my bedroom at that certain time of the day where the sun is beautifully shining through my white curtain( which for the moment it’s a bed sheet) I think to myself, “so this is what happiness looks like.”
It may sound a little silly but those little things are the ones that make me appreciate life even more. And as we all know, it’s scientifically proved that colors can affect our mood.
The colors we wear, the colors of our home, our hair color, they all can affect us in different ways.
According to Google this is what some of them means:
Black: “This is a powerful, mysterious color and is associated with seriousness. Also associated with sex, death and mystery. Black may make you feel depressed, or on the other hand, may make you feel secure – “hiding in the darkness.””
(I agree the it may make you feel secure, as it is my favorite color it always makes me feel safe.)
Blue: “A relaxing color. Blue lowers blood pressure, calms, gives a sense of security, and suppresses appetite.”
Brown: “This is an organic, earthy color. It can make you feel cozy.”
Green: “This is the easiest color for the eyes to focus on for long periods of time. It soothes pain and is associated with optimism. May make one feel happy, clean, fresh.”
Orange: “This color is friendly, relaxing and ambitious.”
Pink: “This is a youthful, feminine color. Pink is also a soft, sensitive color. This is basically a “happy” color.”
Purple: “This color is often associated with royalty. It is also a contemporary color. Purple has a list of associated feelings, from feeling mournful to creative.”
Red: “This color raises the blood pressure, stimulates appetite and conversation and is often associated with excitement, action, impulse.”
White: “White is often associated with purity, cleanliness. Also associated with nothingness, and in some cultures death and/or mourning. Can make one feel clean/sterile.”
Yellow: “This color is an eye irritant and a highly emotional color. After long periods of time, yellow invokes feelings of anger and hostility. However, yellow, in small doses, is a friendly, happy color.”
I believe that we all have one or two colors that make everything better, mine are without a doubt black & white, what are yours?
Let’s start with something more dynamic, shall we? Raise your hand if you like your own voice…..now raise your hand if you DON’T like it.
Yep, that’s exactly what I imagined.
I’m sure you can relate with me when I tell you that when I hear my voice in a recording, it feels like there are 346 knives going through all of my body. Mortifying doesn’t compare to what it’s like. We feel like we’ve lived in a lie our entire life. We even start to feel sorry for the people we talk to, because the voice we just heard is annoying as hell. We look something like this when we hear it.
So, if you ever wondered if you were the only one..know that you are not alone. We all suffer this. And if someone doesn’t, please tell me how the heck do you do it.
And here comes the saddest part, that voice that we hear in a recording, unfortunately is the voice that everyone else hears. *dramatically starts crying*
This is why I did some research to understand why exactly our voice sounds so different in a recording. And after finding a lot of complicated stuff like this:
“The answer has to with the sensory apparatus for hearing within the middle and inner ear (i.e. deep in the skull). When we hear, a series of events occurs (sort of like a Rube Goldberg machine, except that it isn’t over-engineered) whereby sound waves (really pressure waves) are transduced or transformed into an electric signal sent to the brain and interpreted as hearing. When you ‘hear’ my voice, the sound/pressure waves leaving my mouth enter your ear, and the process of events happens in series. When you ‘hear’ your own voice, however, not only do the sound/pressure waves leaving your own mouth (call this the external stimulus) reach your ear and activate this series of events, but a second thing happens. The physical act of producing speech, which involves contraction of the muscles of the larynx (and others), creates a vibration that is translated through the neck to the skull where the entire auditory transduction apparatus is. This delivers a second (internal) stimulus to the apparatus. The combination of the two stimuli is what you perceive as the sound of your own voice. But you are the only person who hears it this way because you are the only one who can produce both stimuli. Everyone else receives only the external stimulus.”
I finally understood that it is simply because when we talk we hear our voice through our skull and everyone else hears it in free air, therefore it’s not going to be the same.
We hate it because we are used to hearing this voice our whole life, and then when we hear a completely foreign voice that it’s apparently our real one, we are not used to it. But it’s reality. We just have to get used to it, which I find it quite impossible. Keep listening to it to see if you hate it less.
Don’t worry, for everyone else your voice is completely normal. Unless you are one of those few people that really have annoying voices. If that’s the case, then you are screwed…no seriously, just try to love it because that’s just the way it is, unless you want to try a different voice.
I thought I would never do this picture. It had to be in my sister’s house, so the possibilities of her being there while the sun was still up weren’t that high. But fortunately, yesterday I finally did it.
This photo wasn’t in my plans at all. It was actually my sister who asked me to make a photo that she could put in her kitchen, so preferably it had to be kitchen related. And I of course accepted the challenge. When I was in her kitchen that same day, I saw the cute little table she had, and I immediately wanted to use it. And then I thought that I wanted to use colors, so I thought of apples( I know..so cliché) and then it came to my mind the idea of juggling. I don’t know exactly what it symbolizes, but I think you can compare it with the fact that when you are in the kitchen, you normally deal with a lot of things at the same time, trying not to mess any of them.
Doing the photo, it wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be because my sister was not in the greatest mood. As ALWAYS, she was criticizing everything. And we didn’t know if I could sit on the table, but we did it anyway, and apparently I broke something. The table seemed totally fine to me, but she was mad because she said that I could have sit on another table because in the photo you couldn’t even see it. R.I.P little thing I broke that I never got to see. I tried to ignore her and enjoy the moment regardless of what she was saying. I don’t even know if she’s going to like it, probably not because she always find something to criticize. But it doesn’t matter, because you know what?..I actually liked it. It turned out almost exactly how I pictured it in mind , so I’m very happy with it. I want to see it on her wall already.
You can comment down below what you think of it, and if you have suggestions for a better name, please tell me, I’m struggling so much with that.
I never take “selfies”, nor it occurs to me to do so, and if it does, I find it stupid. Well, I guess with this post, that has changed or is about to.
I used to think “Who am I going to show it to?…It’s not like I’m going to post it on Instagram or something..what’s the point?” And because I overthink way too much, I was never very fond of the idea of taking the famous “selfie”. I mean, I’m a self-portrait artist, but it’s not the same at all. In my photographs I barely show my face, and it’s for art reasons, not because I want to necessarily take a picture of myself.
But the truth is, that when I’m looking through my camera roll and thinking of a certain day or a certain look that I had and can’t find a picture of it, I get so mad at myself. I don’t even have that many photos of me when I was little.
The other day, I was realizing all of this and precisely that week, my idol and favorite photographer Brooke Shaden made a post about her life in non-professional photos in which she was talking about this. “…I had also taken the obligatory “selfie” every now and again, and found that in doing so, I could remember feelings so clearly and vividly. It felt really good to relive those emotions…Why not be silly and serious and everything in between and share parts of ourselves that we usually don’t?…Because so much of what we do is, literally, what we do that it is easy to forget that we are so much more…the ridiculous and the happy and the sad, the things we’re made of.”
This made me think so much. It made me want to take random photos and selfies every now and then, because later I would look at them and remember what I was feeling at the moment. Even if they are stupid, blurry, dark, ugly it’s good to have certain moments taken. We don’t have to share them in social media to get likes and compliments. We can do it because we want to treasure these good parts of our life and have proof of what we have lived, cried and laughed….wow, I’m making this whole “selfie” thing way too dramatic.
No, but really, I have challenged myself to take more of this non-professional photos, I won’t post them probably anywhere but I’ll have them for me. At the end of the year, I’m going to share some of them with you and tell you my year in photos.
Taking “selfies” have different meanings and reasons to people, some do it to show the world how pretty they are, some do it to remember feelings, and some just do it for fun.
I’ve always been the kind of girl who was just simple, natural without the need to use makeup or try too much to look pretty to feel good and special. And I love being this kind of girl. Also the few male friends I’ve had have told me the same, that I was weird(in a good way) and cool because I wasn’t like the majority of other girls. Because of this, I took the role of the simple weird girl even more serious. I was completely fine with always dressing the same, not girly, with just using eyeliner and my natural hair. I felt that if I changed some of that, I wouldn’t be considered weird and cool anymore. I would simply be like the others.
When I started in 8th grade, my first year in a public school, I dyed fuchsia my hair ends. At that time, that wasn’t so common like now, and it was very very fuchsia. Besides the fact that the first day of school I almost got sent back to my house because of it, a lot of people kept complimenting my hair and the whole school knew me as “the girl with the pink hair”. Me being the contradictory person I am, even though I’ve never liked having attention, it was cool that people noticed me for my pink hair. I had my hair like that until I was in 10th grade that I finally decided that I wouldn’t let my hair define me. I would not longer have nothing special but it was time to make a change.
It has always been hard for me to make these kind of changes, over the years I’ve been becoming more and more normal. But that’s what i want to say with this post. We don’t need to have a certain style our entire life, it’s completely okay to try new things. The other day, for the first time, I used makeup, I put BB cream on, filled my eyebrows, used lipstick and did my hair. I don’t like eye shadows or mascara so I kept it very simple, but it was a change. I felt so good. I also tried to dress nice.
Because I am a “simple girl” I felt guilty and bad for sometimes want to look nice and neat. But I decided that that is not who I am, if I want to feel pretty for a day, I ;m going to do whatever I can to feel that way. If that day I feel like dressing girly, I will try it. If other day I feel more rocker, then I will try it too. You should dress how you feel like that day. Don’t let a certain style limit you from other things.
There’s nothing wrong with making changes and trying new things with your appearance. I understood that already.
I will always be a “simple girl”, but in my own way.♥
This is one of the things I’m going to miss the most when I leave Puerto Rico. Witnessing and being part of cool things my sister does.
When I was little, apparently I didn’t like my sister, she was studying far from where we live and I don’t remember saying a single word to her, probably because I don’t remember almost anything about my childhood, but the reality is that we never talked.
We don’t remember when was the moment we became “friends”. But it has definitely been a blessing to me. She is older, smart, wise and talented so in some ways, she has played the role of another mother to me, a role model. She is also single without children, and have a very good job which contributes to the fact that she has been able to take me to places with her and that kind of stuff. She is honestly the reason why I’ve experienced and know a LOT of the things I know nowadays. I have so much to be thankful for to her.
She has been taking acting classes for almost a year now, because she loves it and luckily is very good at it. And I have been part of so many adventures with her. I know all of the plays and roles she has done because I always help her and watch her rehearse. Let’s say I’m what she calls me, her assistant.
And this weekend, I was with her and her class in a place here that is where the biggest plays are, because they were rehearsing for the graduation(or one of those talent shows) of the academy she goes to. And for a person who spends her days, locked up in her house with no one to talk with, being able to be backstage and meet different people and famous people of where I live was just amazing. I didn’t talk much because I’m so shy like that, but I enjoyed it so much. Yesterday was the day of the show(so, it’s all over now) and they all did such an incredible job.
I value so much the adventures I have because of her, and will always be thankful for them. That is one thing I’m going to miss a freaking lot.
I wish you could have been there with me when I was taking this picture because at one point I literally got stuck and it was a little hard for me to get the pose and everything right. I might consider filming my process in the future. I’m so pumped for a photo that I’m going to do that my sister want to hang in her kitchen wall. She also bought a lot of frames to hang a lot of my photos, I’m so excited to see how they look big in a wall.
I’m having trouble with choosing titles for my photos as some of them wasn’t in my plans and I’m not so sure what they mean. I think I’m going to start choosing songs titles and do photos based on them, or maybe you guys could help me name them or give me titles or concepts so I can try and turn them into photographs. What do you think?
Weeeee!! I just finished my first puzzle! Honestly, I didn’t think it would take me only like 4 days, but I guess that’s a lot for someone who is used to them, especially 500 pieces puzzles. But that doesn’t matter, I’m actually proud of myself for not giving up and being able to finish it. I got so into it that I had a lot of dreams about it.
While doing it, I kept comparing it to life situations.
-Like when you have an empty space in your life, and you have a piece in your hand that you’re trying to fit in it, but for some reason it doesn’t and you try and try because you are so positive that it’s the right piece, and then later found the right one and realize why that other one never fitted.
-And that sometimes you have to continue and move on to other parts of your life to be able to figure out and complete the others.
-But obviously the most important one, to keep looking, keep trying, be patient and enjoy it.
Yes, I just compared a puzzle to life. This is the moment for my favorite pig again. Weeee!
I’m the kind of person who sometimes takes things health related seriously. I’m not the healthiest person at all because there are some things that require money and are way too difficult for me to do right now but I definitely worry about it. As some of you may know, I finished college last December and since then, I have been vegetating in my house doing no more than spending my time in Youtube, WordPress and in my camera and Photoshop. I didn’t want to work or study here because I wanted to move to the US and I had faith that it was going to happen soon. Exactly as I hoped, I’m moving this August and I can’t tell you how happy I am. Actually, I can…I’m happier than I am on Christmas..believe me, that’s saying a lot. But, that’s not the point.
The point is that my routine was very unhealthy. I was going to bed at 1:00, 2:00, 3:00 am after spending practically all my day in the computer. I would wake up at noon which I really hated. Then I would spend hours without eating, all day without seeing natural light. There were days where I would spend almost my entire day doing a photo, but still what I was doing was affecting my body and mind. So very bravely, I decided to change it. Not that it’s exactly healthy now, but it’s definitely better.
The first problem was the sleeping. Going to sleep late and waking up late is not good for your health, it affects your body and mood in ways that I’m not going to get into here because I’m not a doctor. But the thing is that it’s not good. So now, I’m trying to sleep not after 0:00. I can’t tell you the exact hour yet because my body is not used to it so it’s a little hard for me to sleep early the first days. And from now on, I’m waking up at 8:30 am to let myself be sleepy earlier at night. I don’t LOVEE waking up so early because then my day would be so much longer which would led me to spend more time on my computer but that’s where the next thing comes.
I’m doing my first puzzle guys!! I’m not sure if I ever did one when I was little because my childhood is very blurry, but I don’t think I have. On Christmas, my sister gave us a box of 10 puzzles as an extra gift. So I thought it would be a good excuse to distract myself doing something that wouldn’t hurt my eyes and I could be in our terrace seeing natural light. It’s a 500 pieces puzzle, I guess it’s small, but for me it’s a little hard, especially because the pieces are very tiny. But I’m liking it so far. I prefer to read a book but I haven’t been able to buy one yet and I promised myself not to read any more books digitally, only hardcopy. I hope I can finish this puzzle before I leave. This is how it is so far:
(Shot with iPhone)
After I spend like an hour or until I’m hungry, I prepare my breakfast. I want my breakfast to be as pretty as this one
but until I can buy the ingredients for that one, I’m eating grilled cheese sandwich with wheat bread of 12 grains which is omg so yummy.
(Shot with iPhone)
With decaffeinated coffee, because I stopped drinking real coffee years ago because I was getting headaches and feeling so weak and bad when I didn’t drink it. Since I have memory I’ve been drinking coffee every single morning(literally), so that’s why. I want to have the ingredients and learn how to do more healthy breakfasts and smoothies. That will come soon.
After having breakfast, I spend more time on my puzzle listening to 80’s music which is my favorite. Then, of course I have toturn on my computer and blog if I’m going to blog that day like I’m doing right now, and go to Youtube to watch the latest videos of my favorite youtubers. I want to limit my time here at least for no more than 2 to 3 hours. Unless I’m editing a photo.
(Shot with iPhone)
I guess that’s it for now. I’m not very sure of what I’ll do next. I guess I have to go and cook something which is the hardest part of the day and then go back to the puzzle or clean the house. I’m not very sure, but whatever I do, will not include the computer until later at night. This is my first day doing it, so I don’t know how it will go, but I’m happy since it’s so much better than what I was doing before. What do you think?