New Understanding

I finally understand why my blog looks so different (read: not as cool) than other blogs.

Enter: Canon 7D.

Eureka! It's all in the camera. Now I understand how those shallow-focus, slightly over-exposed pictures that I find so beautiful are taken!



Okay, so my pictures aren't that pretty (besides the pretty content), but I see the potential of the camera!

I managed to get P to see that the true purpose of him getting this camera was to jump-start his food photography career. He says it's for that movie stuff he does, but I know the truth.



I've decided we're going to be the next Tastespotting: I make the food, he snaps away. Here we have a lovely breakfast with scrambled eggs, a mélange of stir-fried veggies seasoned with rosemary, decadent molasses raisin-bread, and my own concoction, yogurt filled apple with almonds and a drizzle of maple syrup. Very pretty, very tasty.

Here I am attempting some Apartment Therapy-style photography. Not quite as nice, and not staged enough, but I'd still say it's a pretty cute bedroom!



Now that I see this picture, I wonder if there aren't a few things that should change... the lampshade, I wonder what it would look like with a chevron pattern in grey. I have been wanting to paint the wall behind my bed grey for the longest time. I never get around to asking the landlord if I can or not. I also still have to figure out how to wax my bed.

Today is such a strange and beautiful day. It's grey, but still sunny. A golden-late-afternoon kind of sun.

Yesterday P and I went skating on the mountain. I found these old skates in the backroom and thought I might as well give them a try instead of renting some. Turns out they work perfectly (almost -- they could use a little sharpening). I think i'm going to try to get us out doing sports more often. It's really fun, and I like when P says things like "You skate better than Simon!".

Lately we've been spending almost all our weekends together. It's really nice. It feels sort of like what it would if we lived together. Or, since i've never lived with a boyfriend I don't actually know what that would feel like, but I imagine it's something like this.

I've also been dreaming about what I could so if my apartment went for sale and I could renovate it. Something gorgeous I'm telling you. Breaking down walls, bigger kitchen, more light, expand the balcony, make the bathroom a little bigger. Put two kids in my room (because it has two closets), adults in the double room with fire place, install some kind of closet system there (since there are none now, seal the door between it and the other room, make that an office with the balcony, keep the living-room as is but devote it to cozy couches and chairs. Beautiful!

I don't know what i'll do if I ever have to leave this place. It feels part of the life I wish to have.

Here's a picture I played with in photoshop. I'm not sure if it's an improvement or not... but I like it. I think I made it look like the way I saw it in my mind. The original was much flatter and washed out.

Pretty!



So much creativity! If only I could channel it into my studies...