So my musical moods have been a tad sporadic lately...I spent all of yesterday practically weeping over Josh Groban and Il Divo, and so upon discovering this collaboration, a smile has not left my face. Yes, I would even go as far as to say Zooey may have just overtaken Emily as my favourite Deschanel sister, even if Bones is still my second love. NCIS comes first, always. =P
My comfort zone doesn't quite extend from Photoshop to Lightroom just yet, but after bit of tweaking with the presets option in place of homework results in this. "Bleached Vintage" (I'm so creative with names, I know) lowers the saturation of your image and adds some warm chocolate tones. Tweak to your hearts content to make it suit your individual images - you might find 'Brightness' and 'Saturation' useful.
Please note this preset IS intended for RAW files and using it on jpegs will incur in different results.
I am not fortunate enough to grow up around horses, but on the rare occasion, perhaps once a year, that I find myself surrounded by these animals, I get a sense of complete and utter euphoria. Even if I am not the one in the saddle, I am the girl with closed eyes just breathing in the smell of warm flesh, leather, hay and manure.
Went for a walk with my friend today, some 7km along the waterfront which turned more into a hilarious chase for birds. Did I mention I am very much in like with telephoto lenses? All I need to work on now is my reflexes as far as tracking said birds and clicking the shutter goes. My favourite:
Also witnessed the most spectacular sunset of my life on the bus home, but you know those moments when you want to kick yourself for not having your camera on you? Well, triple the guilt and you have what I feel, given I HAD the camera on me. And a dozen business men and women on the sunset side of the bus making me feel too awkward to use it. >.<
I want to live life. I want to live wide.
But these days, it feels as though to 'live life' as a teenager is to go out, get drunk and make out with someone random (or not so random) so as to provide entertainment for bystanders. I wonder if my tone reveals just how disenchanted I am with all of that. I suppose I should get credit however for possibly being the last teenager in my suburb at least to have never gotten drunk, never had a boyfriend and never done 3/4 of what teenagers do. So I suppose that means I don't live enough.
I have these exams at the end of the year. I know I have to do well in them - there are no shortage of voices telling me that they will determine my future. I just don't know what that future will be. So far it just seems to be a continuation of an existence that has accomplished little, that by some twist of luck I will come by mass amounts of money so as to enable me to see the world as I long to do.
The only thing I am sure of is that I want, no need, to travel.
I always thought that to live life meant to do the things you enjoy without dwelling on the repercussions, so I suppose that the whole gettingdrunkandnotrememberingwhathappenedlastnight has that covered. Once upon a time I enjoyed violin, and writing, and was good at both. That has changed, and any supposed talent faded. What I have now is photography, but I know that I am not, and will never be, good enough for that to carry me through to a future.
I had forgotten how beautiful the Royal Botanical Gardens are. Woke up and the sky was grey. Exited Wynyard station and it poured. Walked to the gardens, my friend Amy got changed and what do you know, the sun came out. Had I not ended up melting in jeans and a black shirt, and WANTED to shoot in the rain, I would've been ecstatic. As it is I'm very happy with the shots I got. It'll also probably be the last sunny shoot I get in before the infamous Sydney winter takes hold.
