As a photographer who loves photographing places and moments, I find this genre challenging. It is not about snapping random photos while walking on a busy street in Bangkok but you require more of the “art of seeing” skill here. Before, I had the impression any photo captured on the street could be categorised as a street photo. Of course, there is no right or wrong technique for capturing street moments. Some argue that a street photo needs to have distinguished criteria or techniques to qualify as a REAL street photo.
Whatever the technique is, the best street photo is the one that tells stories.
The most that I did was random scrolling on social media for hours and hours, from morning till late at night. Half of the year was spent being stuck at home complying with the PKP, PKPP, PKPD, PKPPPPPPP whatever (lockdown due to C19). Hours and hours of idle time… yet my brain went blank during the whole period while stuck at home.
Even with C19, time passed by without slowing down.
2020 is almost gone while 2021 is just around the corner. Gone were all my unaccomplished plan for year 2020. “But they plan, and Allah plans. And Allah is the best of planners.” [8:30]
So, how my 2021 would look like? Continue cringing … I guess 2021 would be as bleak as 2020.
Staying positive is hard but that is the challenge.
Feeling obnoxious. Adding up another year to my age. 2018 was not a very productive year and the mental exhaustion sometimes makes me want to quit from being the nicer me. Maybe this is maturity.
Overthinking. Fear that something might go wrong if I choose a different path. People of my age prefer to just choose the most comfortable path. But I always have that rebellious voice aka conscious voice that I want to listen to.
It seems like maturity took a heavy toll of my childish inner self. I am still not sure how to deal with it. Give it time … maybe Allah will show me the right path.
In the meantime … life goes on.
Kashmir. India. October.2018
Happy new year to y’all who dropped by here reading my online journal.
Resolution? Naaahhh … no new resolution for me this year. I will always do what I always do … giving my best effort in everything that I do. I am not brave nor I am strong. If pushing myself to survive is this adventurous, damn …I would do this, again and again, for a million time.
Time for bed. It’s 12:04 AM now. A new year. A new day. A new challenge. Have faith.
2018.01.18: Time for revisiting my 2017 resolutions and evaluate my yearly self-achievement. What have I done in 2017? Have I achieved all 3 of my 2017 Resolutions? My 2017 resolution is here in this previous post.
Kiasu ‘win’ attitude – yes! I signed up and participated in some competitions but no sign of winning yet, but at least I am out of my comfort zone.
I think I need new resolutions for 2018, realistic resolutions just like last year, to keep me moving forward. Ok … my 3 resolutions for 2018 are:
Light and shadow
I want to have a constant income from this hobby of mine, to be able to support my hyperactive wandering activity. So that one sweet day … I could be a full-time nomad, living just anywhere but I still earn a decent income from working while wandering. So, what should I do this year? Hmmm, puzzle …
This year I aged another year … women at my age, another year of aging is horrifying lol. But everything aged, even my old cat Chicken would turn 13 this March. I want to age gracefully … I want a healthy lifestyle in 2018. Cutting down on sugar and meat. Eating only healthy home food … maybe I should stop eating at that mamak restaurant. Hmmm, puzzle again.
More meaningful wandering aka traveling. I don’t want to follow the crowds … I want to follow ME. I want to wander and explore because the selfish me want to, not because everybody is going to Iceland then suddenly I have to go to Iceland, no way … I would go to Iceland because I want to go to Iceland lol … okay, puzzle again and again. Mental …
A yak and a great sky in Lhasa, Tibet
I’ll write about my visit to Gandruk, Nepal last-last year on my next post lol … I need to see mountains and smell the cleanly filtered foresty air badly before I turn insane.
Ok lah … lemme get my beauty sleep in that rabbit hole of mine. Bye for now …
MATSUDA MASHIMARU 