Yesterday it snowed; too bad I had a ton of works and a deadline to meet and couldn't have some fun out in the snow, and today it's brutally cold.
We almost skipped autumn this year; it was like a transition from late September to mid December overnight. There were half green leaves mixed with the ice patches of the yesterday's snow all over the sidewalks. This scene made me a little sad, because it is kind of like witnessing a funeral. It was really cold before and I've no idea why trees and flowers were so fresh and alive in this weather, but this snow took care of them for sure. I hardly remember having seen trees still bearing any leave past September. Last year, half way through summer, they dried up and gradually fell. By October trees were left naked.
I finally got a new tripod for my camera and I'm very excited about this because the last time I went to take some pictures of paintings in some landmarks of my hometown, where flashes are not allowed, half of them were ruined. I had no idea that I'm not capable of holding a camera still for a few seconds. Now after having used this great tripod with the ability to rotate in all directions, I've no idea how I was taking pictures before. Anyway, I'm so exited about this weekend. Some major photo shooting is on the way and I hardly can wait.
But for now, I just want to keep these two pictures of the miniature paintings in my journal. I'm thinking of making a webpage somewhere with all the photos I've taken and I'll be taking of landmarks, plus some random miniature paintings. I'm not sure if this is a passing fashion or a lasting passion. But it sure has sparkled a bit of excitement in my boring everyday life.