Joe Hisaishi’s Spirited Away OST “One Summer’s Day” starts out with the piano. To me its the sound of a green leaf falling into a lake, or a willow tree swaying in the breeze. I remember this song playing in the movie while Chihiro was looking out of a speeding train. She was just staring outside, phased out, probably just thinking of something. It was a summer day when I took this picture on my train to Salzburg. I was phased out too, tired but content with the lush scenery.
Limitations can lead to good photography. Which is an excuse for me to leave my bulky main camera home. Quick point and shoots are fun too, which is another excuse for me to slack on composition and effort. 📱
Who likes overly bright and dominantly blue pictures? I do. 🌀🌴💙
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This is a fishing jetty I used to go often with my friends. We were always determined to catch a largemouth bass, but always ended up catching pinky-size blue gills. But all of the failure was nothing compared to the fun we had talking and campfire-ing. Nowadays, I come to this place when I just want to be somewhere quiet. This time I went, it was after a few weeks of rain and the water level rose to the point where this jetty became a small island. I had to walk through waist level deep cold water to get here. ...
When people talk about the Alps, many would picture the snow covered Swiss Alps. This was same for me, until I saw the Julian Alps. In the summer, the Julian Alps are covered in lush green and they put up quite a show, by providing the perfect backdrop to any scenery. This blue lake and that castle would look so dull without those giant mountains in the background. ⛰
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I wish instagram were a better platform for pictures with subtle details. Then the castle far in the distance wouldn’t be so hard to see. This was taken on a river boat in Ljubljana Slovenia, a city full of pastel-like colors during the golden hours. Flowing down a quiet river just outside a busy city was a surreal experience. 🇸🇮
I’m not so much of a night-life person. Rather than the hustle and bustle of the nocturnal vibes, I like to lug my camera gear around and roam around the streets searching for a scene I saw during daylight but has a different twist at night. I purposefully have my tripod out just in case I get jumped, a tripod looks like a bat at night. Swedish summer nights were something of a childhood bedtime story. I remember storybooks of a child waking up at night and seeing the forest she played in during the day turn into a ...
One day I’m roaming around Piombino in my small vespa smiling, knowing that I probably wouldn’t have been here in this relatively random/less popular city if it weren’t for the spontaneous decisions I’ve made. 🛵