I forgot to buy memory cards so no photos lately, but lucky for me, a lovely Lithuanian waiter presented me with this candid sketch the other day at the marina where Geoff and I had lunch with a friend.
I wish my hair really looked like that!
Wait, I just remembered, I do have some photos from the other day when Geoff and I were taking each other's pictures for our travel visa applications.
I ended up not using this because it's a bit mugshot-ish and also because of the obvious growing-out-bangs mishap but I do like the lighting a lot.
I know the embassy people don't care about the lighting but I do. I also care about my postage stamps being parallel with the corners of the envelopes and I take forever to re-order checks because I just have to look through all the available designs before I can choose. I know no clerk will ever look at the stamps on my envelopes and the design on my checks but when you can choose between pretty and barely passable why would anyone opt for the less pretty option?
Are you with me on this?
Isn't there something so insanely empowering about KNOWING that you've made a conscious choice in the aesthetics department? Ah forget it, maybe it's just me, or maybe just those years of art school speaking -- never mind.
And by the way, the reason memory cards get full so quickly around here is that I've been hauling Geoff's camera with me for my morning walks and been taking countless pictures of pointless things that capture my fancy.
Such as these ramen-noodle looking roots.
Tropical plants fascinate me to no end.
Don't you just love it when ferns decide to spontaneously grow out of tree trunks? So so so pretty.
I am in love with tropical plants. I am a tropical girl at heart and South-East Asian weather is perfect for me. Yes, it's too hot, too humid, too sticky and all that but the lifestyle tropical weather provides? Verandas, outdoor cafes, no-maintenance greenery? Ah, my heart is skipping beats just thinking about it.
I know, Summers can get pretty insane this close to the equator but frankly, Northern winters are just not for me. Sure, sure, snow IS beautiful, but the lack of life in those dark Northern winter streets for months at a time can be downright depressing. Give me parades, outdoor cafes, pedestrians and street musicians all year long and I am a happy camper.
Now this is more my kind of winter (India 2009 -- was I THAT fat??).
I could go on forever but I guess the fun needs to end here. Considering I had no topic in mind when I sat down to blog, not even a photo, I ended up with quite a long post, huh? I think this is what they call "rambling".
At any rate, thanks for visiting.
Until next time.