Hello, my dears! It’s crazy how quickly time passes when you have a regular schedule – I’m already one week behind with my 365-project posts and haven’t been writing any regular ones at all (more about that in the next post).
Anyways, I hope you enjoy week five’s photos – as always, feedback is welcome! I have some good news as well: I’m super close to reaching the goal of my birthday donation campaign!! If you have a few dollars to spare, I’d be super grateful if you made a little contribution for clean water projects in Africa <3 It’d be amazing if we not only reached the goal, but also raised more than first planned!
Have a lovely evening! x
I used to be afraid of love. It can be the most wonderful feeling, yes, but you also make yourself incredibly vulnerable. Opening up your heart, loving wholeheartedly and making yourself dependent could mean getting hurt, or worse, broken.
But when I found my beloved, it didn’t matter anymore. I knew he was the one and this certainty gives me the strength to endure the distance until we can be together. I don’t really mind it; modern means of communication are amazing. I’ve never been happier and the good outweighs the bad.
However, some days can be perfect (because of friends, family, …) and I feel amazing – but I miss him and wait for a message that doesn’t come. Suddenly I find myself feeling lost and lonely. I made myself dependent and vulnerable; that’s the price I have to pay. And it’s okay.
I’ve learnt to embrace love with everything that comes with it. It’s better to experience the ups and downs than to build a wall around your heart, trying to protect it. Because the wall around your heart keeps you from being happy as well.
So after so many pictures showing the happiness, here’s a different perspective. Don’t be afraid of getting hurt. The risk is worth it. <3
The good news: I went out with one of my lovely roommates to explore the area around our residency. I found some pretty locations I can use for future photos and enjoyed the chat with her.
The bad news: I couldn’t take the photo I wanted to, had to shorten my shoot and run out of the forest while cursing because there were SO MANY MOSQUITOS. I counted more than thirty bites on my legs and found two ticks as well. It’s the last time I’m going into the forest this season – I’m going to wait till the cold kills everything off. It’s so much better to suffer cold than mosquito bites :D
Sorry for rambling but I’m quite traumatized from this experience haha
Some people know how to beautifully take and edit backlit images – well, I don’t (at least not yet), but never mind.
I had the most wonderful evening. Sat on a bench on a bridge overlooking the Lake Lucerne while the sun was setting behind me and the sky slowly turned darker. Charismatic old buildings were on both sides of the bridge, I heard the river’s soothing noise and – to make it perfect – two cellos were playing beautiful songs nearby. It was magical. I felt like I was in Paris.
I let it sink in and enjoyed the moment. After a while, I finally realised that I was really living and studying in Lucerne, that my biggest dreams came true after all. I’m a damn lucky girl, there’s nothing I could wish for and this realization filled my whole being with an intense gratitude.
I’m going to treasure this precious memory for the darker moments that’ll eventually come.
These huge, beautiful trees are right in front of my window. I love my view and I definitely want to shoot here again, wearing a dress (once the mosquitos are gone). There’s just a little problem: I live in an apartment complex, hence my room is by far not the only one that has a big window facing this place :D
My studies have barely started and are already quite challenging – both on a personal and intellectual level. It’s a bit .. weird to realise that your mind seems to be too simple to understand complex art, that what you like are clichés.. it makes you wonder if you actually have the potential to be good enough for their standards.
But not everything is lost. I do seem to have some qualities I didn’t know about. My identity has started to blur. It’s so confusing – but great, too. While it’s most unsettling to have your foundations shaken and maybe even torn down, I’m also very curious to see what’ll arise afterwards.
Souvenirs from my failed forest expedition four days ago.
Funny enough, I suddenly don’t really mind sharing “ugly” or imperfect photos anymore. Of course there’s this little voice asking uneasily: ‘What if people will judge you?’, but I’ve learnt to ignore it. This project is about experimenting, authenticity and consistency, and I’m slowly pushing my boundaries.
Of course, ideally, there’s something beautiful involved in the photos as well, so it’d be more appealing. But let’s be real: not all aspects of our lives are pretty. So here’s a grainy photo embracing bruises and imperfections.
I left my comfort zone and jumped into a river for today’s 365! The first moments were a bit uncomfortable (and I was acting like a drama queen), but after a while, I got used to the cool current pushing against my body and loved being there and feeling so alive. Can’t wait to experiment more with rivers, lakes, mud, etc. <3
A huge thank you to my friend Gianni from GAM Photography for patiently helping me out today! :))