Adventures with a new camera

I bought a new camera and these are photos from the first couple of adventures I’ve had with it 🙂

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I exist on this earth to be a part of it so why keep things to myself?

I think we learn to exist inside of ourselves. We grow to feel trapped inside our minds. Habits and emotions and thoughts. They haunt our every move, our every step. It’s normal and human to feel an entire spectrum of emotions from the happiest happiness to the saddest sadness. It’s normal to feel it all.…

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Adventures in film #2 | Moonta Bay

I went on a short trip to Moonta Bay with my boyfriend between Christmas and New Years and in a word it was.. lovely. It was simultaneously relaxing and exciting to just get away for a bit from routine and see some new things. When I came back I swear my skin has never been…

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Adrift – A poem

Maybe I’m a drifter
Drifting

I’ve seen so many drift

Yet
I let them

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The ways a place can hold you

There are different ways a place can hold memories. Sometimes you see them and other times you feel them. It might be just a breath, other times the feeling can consume you. But either way it moves you and either way it’s there.

Sometimes it can be like a waft of familiar perfume that makes your heart skip a beat. Or it’s like you travelled back in time and you’re no longer standing there but surrounded by your past unfolding in front of you. As if your soul escapes your body for a moment and the only thing possible for you to do is stand there and feel it.

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Sometimes I wish I could be like a tree – a documentation of growing pains.

Sometimes I wish I could be like a tree.

If I were a tree at least I’d know my purpose (or I wouldn’t know I had one).

But instead I’m here, not still but not moving, questioning…

Who am I supposed to be?

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Things the trees told me – A poem

Today the trees told me
That when their branches creak above me
It means they’re listening
And if I hear them whispering
They’re talking about me.
Today the trees told me
All the things they overhear
When we’re near enough
And our minds are loud
Every thought we think is clear.
The trees talked and listened to me today

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My front porch – A poem

Whenever my breath feels stale but I need to breathe, I sit on my front porch (preferably in the early morning But sometimes afternoon) Only when it’s sunny (Usually I have to squint my eyes but I don’t mind) It cleanses me in a funny sort of way (Even when it’s loud with endless planes…

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