Yearly Archives: 2013

I had Wendy’s for lunch so I went to the gym this evening. All is well in the world again.

I woke up to blue skies and got excited to go on a photo excursion today, but first wanted to get through chores and errands. Two hours later, my blue skies vanished and grey skies took over. Should’ve procrastinated.

I saw The Impossible last night and it tore my heart out. The film was based on a true story about a family’s miracle survival of the Indian Ocean tsunami disaster in Thailand back in 2004 – a microscopic view into the sequence of events that took place and the horrific experiences they went through. Dragged around underwater and swept away by a ferocious 30 ft. wall of water, this family of five (three of whom were just little boys) was split up, severely wounded and injured, and barely hanging on. Yet at the end of it all, they managed to find each other and survive. Love is so powerful and the human fighting spirit is incredible. What compelling performances by Naomi Watts and up and coming young actor Tom Holland. Read about the story here.

I say ignorance really is bliss because when I watch films like this, it infects me with sadness and I can’t stop thinking about it. I find myself completely entrenched in it and wanting to read more about it and other survival stories. Then my heart starts to feel heavy. These people have lived, loved, lost, and fought – they are heroes. There isn’t much I can do other than appreciate my blessed and fortunate life and be grateful.

TGIF and happy February! It’s a dinner and a movie date night. Think we’re going to see The Impossible.

Who knew it would be next to impossible to find a bird’s nest with birds in it?
I’ve been trying. As a consolation, at least this turned out kind of cute.

Ever had that? It’s not delicious. I’ll leave London alone for a while after this post. I took some neat winter photography last weekend, so we’ll be moving on to those. I’m too tired to write anything else, so I’ll just leave you with Home by Phillip Phillips.

This is my favourite London capture so far. Right on Oxford Street. Reminds me of this picture on Yonge and Dundas in Toronto.

I am exhausted and am still being forced to go to the gym. Are we really doing this again? I sign up for a gym membership every year and am a good girl for about a month. After that, forget about it. I’m so disciplined with so many things but the gym and I just don’t agree. Anyway, my boyfriend is convinced that it will be different this time around since he’ll be forcing me to go and will be working on bite-sized routines for me. We’ll see. :)

More of London. That red transit bus should’ve been the double-decker bus following behind it. London is known for their red double-decker buses (and red telephone booths of course). Coincidentally, John Lennon by Arkells is on replay. Brings my thoughts to the Beatles and naturally, to England.

I’m being invited left, right, and centre to set up shop at all sorts of art shows but don’t have the time and energy. How come it feels like there isn’t enough time in a day when I’m only 25 years old with no kids? These years that were meant to be the young, free, and easy years aren’t quite like that. I feel so busy all the time. I find myself dumbfounded by those who have kids to tend to on top of life and 62 other things.

I have a TON of London, England photography that I haven’t shared and have just started to dabble with. Post processing photos with flat, grey clouds take a bit more time and effort and most shots from London would reflect just that, since it’s a place of rain and fog. That would explain why these photos have been abandoned for as long as they have. Nonetheless, here’s the London Eye and Big Ben in the back.

The one that’ll bring this series home is ‘I left my heart in San Francisco‘ because that’s the actual name of the song. I’ve been trying to get to San Francisco for several years now but always get sidetracked with a bigger trip. The priority trip this year is Jamaica because my boyfriend’s brother is tying the knot there. That means that, for San Francisco to happen, we’d need to expand the travel budget by shrinking some other budget. We’re not big spenders to begin with though – we’re homebodies and we’re not materialistic. There is nothing I’d rather spend my money on than travelling. I’ll never have even the slightest desire for a $4,000 LV purse but I’ll always lust over a $4,000 trip to some place on a map. I can picture my San Francisco photo collection and I know intimately all the shots that I’m after and I know they’d be instant favourites on Etsy. Soon, San Francisco, soon. It’ll be worth the wait.

The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome is of another day
I’ve been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I’m going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in San Francisco

by Mr. Tony Bennett