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New Layout!

As I said in yesterday’s post, part of my BEDA will be the update of boredmaiden’s colour scheme and header – which I just did! I only have a few minutes left before the day is over, which means that I can’t write that much about it if I want to post this on time – but I’ll update this post first thing tomorrow for sure.

This is what boredmaiden looked like for the past 2 years, by the way:

boredmaiden

UPDATE: Apparently funny things happen when you’re writing blog posts around midnight and you’re already sleepy and tired; I really don’t know why I would count a post about my new layout as BEDA-appropriate. I mean, look at the post above and it actually tells nothing and I’d like to think that doing BEDA should have the goal to write about things – be it in a short or long post – that have meaning. Oh well.

I guess I now can just as well tell you what I was thinking about when I changed my colour scheme: So, for two years boredmaiden had this dark colour scheme and as I previously mentioned I chose it because it works as a nice contrast to my photos and acts as a neutral background for them. With dark blue, colours hardly ever clash. But when I was looking at my latest posts a couple of months ago and noticed how depressing they all were and how dark even the header is, I decided that I might need a change, might go for something lighter.
I tried out a few colour schemes yesterday – I first wanted it to be white, but this theme doesn’t allow a white – white background so I’ve switched it now to this cream tone. If you now scroll down to my latest photos, you’ll probably notice that the background and  the pictures don’t fit that well anymore – the contrast’s less obvious – but I’d like to think that it works out all right, which was my objective. Also it fits the black-and-white header I’ve chosen very well, in my opinion. What do you think? Do you think it’s obnoxious? Hideous? Should I change back? Should I only change the hue?


Orchid Photo Week: Fresh

Photo Week “Beauties at Changi Airport Singapore” #6:

Today I present you a photo that could be really, really good… if it wasn’t so blurry. I’m still a little upset that I lost control of the focus and it had to turned out this way with the droplets rather being part of the background than the foreground. On the other side you can’t always get what you want and I’ve learned to accept photos like these as part of taking photographs… or art in general. In a way it’s similar to the way some inventions or discoveries were invented respectively discovered: by accident.  And by accepting that this is just part of the learning process, I was able to see the beauty in this photo and appreciate the way the light falls on the petals and the gentleness they seem to convey; I’m seeing it all now and have to admit that I am a bit proud of this shot. I am. (A really, really small bit.)

And two things more:

– To all my new followers: Thank you so much for following me! I’ve been quite busy lately and didn’t have time to thank you all personally; so don’t think that I’m indifferent to your kind follows – I appreciate them a great deal! Really, you keep me going and you help me to believe in me, which is something I haven’t done for such a long time now…

– And, as always, an alternative version of this photo will be posted on my photo blog.

Cheers,

Stella


a trip to lucerne, part 1: falling in love with pilatus

Have you ever lived in an other country or just an other region than your original one and then get so accustomed – to its shape, its look and smell and traditions – that you got, after some time, bored by it? You thought you’d seen, heard, smelled, touched everything already?

I did. I got bored with my country. I thought I’d seen, heard, smelled, touched everything already.

Truth is, I didn’t. I haven’t seen, heard, smelled, touched everything already. Truth is, there’s no way that in a region, as small as it may be, you could have ever seen everything. Everyday new things happen, occur, come along and add itself to this very region. Or old things change, turning and twisting into a new shape. I guess, there’s no way that you could have seen everything there is to see in a certain area or even in this whole world. There’s no way you could have seen everything because in this world there is so much undiscovered for each one of us; so much left to see, when we thought we’d already seen everything – so much that no amount of time – except eternity maybe – can give us the time space we need to discover all these wonders.

For many of you this may seem like ancient history; a matter of fact so clear to you that you even forgot it’s something one has probably had to experience first to understand. But not for me: The truth of this epiphany was in fact something I had to realize first.

About a week ago, my mum, me and my sister went on a trip. We had these super convenient day tickets which were valid for whole Switzerland (and which you can get via your municipality) and agreed to spend the day in the region around Lucerne.
The thing is, when we came to Switzerland about 10 years ago we all were very interested in getting to know this country. We travelled quite a lot within Switzerland: we visited the French-speaking part, the Italian-speaking part and even the Rhaeto-Romanic part of Switzerland. We visited a lot of cities, saw almost all places of interests and so on. It never came to my mind that almost is not equal to everything, concerning this topic.
So when we decided to spend the morning on visiting the Pilatus, the local mountain of Lucerne, I didn’t really care much. I’ve never been there before (and my mum was there 17 years ago) but I thought it’d look no different that all the other Swiss mountains I’ve already seen.

Of course, I thought wrong.

It wasn’t a particularly wonderful day, when we went for our trip: it was quite cloudy and I worried that it might even rain. But when we were sitting in the train, we saw a blue sky, and I hoped, that maybe the sun will shine up there. Not that I cared very much – yes, my mum had gushed a lot about the view from up there, on the mountain, but as I said before I thought it’d be like any other Swiss mountain. I just thought it’d be nice if I could get some photos with a blue sky in them. (Yes, that was what was important to me.)

But then standing in Alpnachstad, the station from where we would have a ride with the cog railway up the mountain, I felt excited. I don’t know if this was because of the fresh air surrounding me or because the sky was blue at that moment or just because I somehow knew that it’d be a good day – but I was suddenly in a very cheerful mood and wanted to be up there as fast as possible.

As you have all guessed by now, I, of course, have not been disappointed. My mother was right. I still didn’t know if the fresh air had any influence on me at that moment, but it  everything was beautiful. The view was stunning. Plain stunning and amazing and captivating and fascinating and a lot of other nice adjectives. It was a bit foggy, rather cool, and the sky wasn’t partly that clear any more the higher we went, but somehow the landscape of Pilatus managed to enchant me.
Still have in mind that I thought it’d look like on any other Swiss mountain? Well… yes, partly the landscape looked the same of course. Many cows, very green landscape, big parts of forest, steep, rocky flanks and some of these little cottages… everything known as a Swiss trademark could be found there. (We even saw some farmers up there.)
But on the other side it looked very different too. I remember that I couldn’t describe what it really was that made the Pilatus so special – I still can’t – but there is something. Yes of course the view on the Lake Lucerne and Central Switzerland that could only be seen from this mountain, but also a certain charm that belongs to this mountain and makes you fall in love with it.
Sitting in the cabin of the cog railway and just admiring this beautiful, stunning countryside I realized that, once again, I shouldn’t judge so fast. I was so wrong and big-headed to think I’ve seen this all before – I completely forgot that although I’ve seen much of Switzerland, I haven’t seen everything. And that there really are many mountains, but somehow each one of them is unique in their own way. And that this revelation applies on the rest of the world as well; no matter where I’m going I’ll never be able to see everything in that part of the world. There’ll always be something left to see, something you have yet to discover. And with that in mind, I went silent for the rest of the way up.

Gotta love that one, single tree in front of this “cave”!

Besides the cog railway you could also reach the top by cable railway.

Then we were at the top. I’d like to think that it was quiet up there, very idyllic and such but that would be one big, enormous lie. Of course, there were loads of tourists there (mostly Japanese). But the nice thing was, I was such in a good mood, that they didn’t stop me from enjoying the nice, fresh mountain air and the glorious view. I made quite a few photos up there; I chose the best ones to share with you here: They are all the “rawest” I could find. I didn’t want to edit them so they’d rather look like art; I wanted them to look as “raw” as possible, as true as possible so you’d get to see what I saw in its (hopefully) original way. Here they are:

I love this picture; it’s my favourite one, in fact. I love these flowers – and the fact that they grow in such heights and at the very end of these steep mountain slopes; it reminds me that the fewest things in this world are impossible to reach. There are no boundaries for true beauty.

We were really lucky to see this guy here paragliding around the Pilatus: Above the start and below…

how he flew around the mountain.

Right at the “foot” of this part of the mountain you can see the rails of our cog railway.

When the fog disappeared for a while we even saw a red cable car on its way up! (And in the distance: Lake Lucerne)

Already on our way down: we went the same way back with the cog railway.

I just love these zigzag hiking trails!

Typical Switzerland: Just cows everywhere!

Bye-bye Pilatus and I hope I’ll see you soon again! (I so want to go up there again.)

So that was it for part one. Part two will be posted next week (probably) and will be about the following shipping on the Lake Lucerne. See you soon!

If you’re interested, more on Pilatus, the local mountain of Lucerne here.


promotion

Hi guys!

I just wanted to inform you that I’ll be doing my second Photo Week next week, starting on Monday. The idea came to my mind while listening to the song “Seven Days In Sunny June” by Jamiroquai – it came to my mind that it’s already June and seven days are the perfect amount of time for a photo week. These photos are all the ones I made during my spring break (none from Hungary though) and the ones I made in my home economics course. I hope you’ll enjoy them!

By the way, the real reason I write is that actually, when I’m editing my photos, there are a lot “leftovers” and alternative shots I could have taken as well. I think it’s a pity that I couldn’t use them and so I decided yesterday to sign up a new blog, which will be a photo blog with these “leftovers” and alternatives. I think, I’d rather share them with you, then to keep them unused to myself.

If you want to check it out, here’s the link: trappedinillusions.wordpress.com.

Until next time,

Stella


a flowery mess

PhotoWeek #4:

The Story: I actually wanted to focus on the flower in the middle, but somehow I messed up and in the end the background sharper than the actual motif. First it made me furious, because I was in a hurry and didn’t have the time to shoot a proper one; but now I think this photo’s not too bad – I actually got to like this blurry foreground.

And yeah, this is the first time I posted two photos in this week as you probably have noticed. It’s just that I made some versions of this image and couldn’t decide which one’s the best. So it’s up to you to judge!


coming home

After catching up on the last 2 episodes of  Gossip Girl I feel so satisfied and happy. Especially because of this song:

I’m coming home
I’m coming home
tell the world I’m coming home
let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
tell the world that I’m coming

Normally I’m not into HipHop or Rap songs; but somehow, concerning this song, it doesn’t matter that much.

In the last 2 months I had loads of stress with school; we had so many presentations to prepare and to present besides about 17 exams. I also had troubles with friendships, because I’m an independent soul and felt too bound on all my friends, but never had the time to talk with them or found the time just to be alone for a while. And last but not least I’ve never argued with my parents that much and made so many mistakes everywhere, I think. All in all I’ve been facing lots of trouble lately. And it’s just since this holiday that I’ve begun to feel more at ease; that they’ve forgiven my mistakes.
Now, in consideration of New Year and that I’ve just started this blog (and so also kind of starting over) this song just makes sense to me and right now, sitting at home with my family, doing the things I want to do and having so much time just for myself, I feel like I’m coming home.


the tricky thing

New Year’s resolutions are always a tricky thing, I think. Last year was the first time I made a real list of resolutions and I succeeded in only four out of ten. Sadly, it’s not writing these goals rather than trying to achieve them that is harder to accomplish. I always try to find doable resolutions, with a real potential to be achieved at the end of the year. But somehow I’ve always failed.

Why? First, I kind of (intentionally) forget them during the year. But I don’t think, that if I’d remind myself each day of my resolutions, I’ll get them done; lazy as I know myself (this is really a bad trait of mine), I just postpone them to another day.
Second, I didn’t consider them well; for example I promised last year to go to the theater more often with a friend of mine. We subscribed to a kind of “club”, with which we can get the tickets cheaper, but of course it’d be just worth it, if we use them often. Which we never did. Not once. Eventually, I wasn’t keen on this subscription anymore and so failed in one of my resolutions.
And third I lacked in courage: One of my resolutions was to ask my father to watch the stars together. He’s a great astronomy fan (and that’s why I was named Stella – the Italian word for “star”) and when I was younger, we used to watch documentary films about astronomy together. But I’ve grown up, spend more time with my friends and he’s always busy working; I didn’t dare to ask him, because I might be disturbing his work. And so also this resolution fell through.

As for this year I decided that the ultimate solution to all my problems would be witnesses. Yes, witnesses. I think, I need witnesses who are able to see my New Year’s resolutions and as a result I might bring myself to achieve them, because I expect something from myself; because I don’t want you to see me failing in achieving them. (Now you might think I’m weird – and let me say: I also think I’m weird.)

Well, these are my New Year’s resolutions:

  1. Keep on writing this blog! (The single most important resolution, good for my PostAWeek stats and I won’t fail this one, promise.)
  2. This year I decided to finally do something against my boring life and this would mean searching a new hobby. (Blogging doesn’t count for me, since this isn’t something in the real world; it’s something virtual) At the moment I’ve got to choose between taking drama classes, volleyball, yoga, starting a drawing course and starting a photography course. (Question: What would you personally chose?)
  3. To write a story. A real story as in a novel or short story and the like. This year’s the first time I’ve heard of NaNoWriMo, the campaign to write a story or a book of at least 50000 words in a month, which was November then. I hope I’ll get an idea by then. And I don’t think I will succeed in writing a full story, because I’ve started so many stories but after about three chapters didn’t find any ideas to continue. Anyway, the main thing is trying, right? And if I fail, I can still try it next year again. At least I’ve tried.
  4. Continue writing poetry. I started a few months ago, mainly in English, because somehow the words just came by naturally. A few excerpts of them you’ll certainly see when I’m commenting my photos.
  5. Finally, because I know how much of a couch potato I am, I wrote down: Go jogging from next spring on. Haha, I’m really exited to see how much of this I can accomplish.

So that was it for my New Year’s resolutions. About each accomplished one of them I’m going to post something (which, btw is also good for my PostAWeek stats, haha). I hope, I’ll be able to achieve each one of them!

As for now, Happy New Year to you all!

PS: Here’s one of the songs of my New Year’s Eve soundtrack – it’s about the morning after and somehow depressing (a bit) but I still like it (probably just because I grew up with this):