My first week in Paris was kind of blue. I spent a lot of time walking in the rain, trying to find a place with inexpensive coffee to hide in and write. The city with its cold white skies seemed unapproachable, almost hostile, it is only in at dusk, during the blue hour when it started to come alive and I began taking pictures.
Winter arrived to Murat before the end of November and snow covered everything. Thankfully, most days it was still sunny which made for some great landscape photos. Here are some pictures taken in and around Murat, Saint Flour and Dienne in the Auvergne region in France. Enjoy.
Winter was always my favourite season. At first mainly because both my birthday and Christmas are in winter, so I had a lot to look forwards to. Now, while I still look forwards to these things my winters feel more melancholy, which is fine by me as in winter you can always blame your un-cheerful dispositon on the weather. Winter feels with you, doesn’t force you to go out and meet people because it’s freezing cold and snow on the ground so you can just stay home, covered underneath a blanket and read books or catch up on the TV shows everyone talks about. That’s why I don’t like autumn and spring, winter doesn’t pretend that things are better than they are. Oddly enough I like summer, because summer means freedom, at least for now.
These photos were taken on the Christmas morning, I woke up and the garden was filled with snow. After breakfast I ventured outside to take pictures of the stunning icicles and managed to take some self portraits. I stupidly forgot the most important part of my tripod in Glasgow which made it completely useless, so I had to improvise. I propped up my camera on the stairs to my house and after some manoeuvring got a good angle. I would have preferred to get more snow on the pictures but due to these limitations I couldn’t. But I still got acceptable results, which only shows that you don’t need to have all fancy gear to take a good picture it’s just a bit more challenging.
I haven’t posted for a while, it’s been a busy few weeks with what packing my meagre posessions, moving out and flying to amsterdam to spend a week on the road until coming home to slovakia. So I was busy travelling and then I was busy doing edits and more edits.
I don’t know about you but have an obsessive personality. If I’m working on something I will work on it obsessively until it’s done and then some. I mean I watched the whole 2 seasons of Game of Thrones in 4 days, and that was with restraining myself (e.g. actually going outside). That’s also why I read books so fast – I just don’t do anything apart from reading the whole day (if the book is gripping enough, which is becoming more and more rare).
Sometimes this obsessiveness can get a bit annoying – but mainly for other people. Like this summer I spend most of my time playing my boyfriends xbox (and no, that’s not a euphemism) so I’d often hear things like: “You’ve been playing this for 8 hours now, don’t you think you should go home?”
“Wait a sec, I just need to finish this mission/battle/section”
“Srsly, Olivia just go home now.” Nothing like spending quality time with your significant other. Although I must say I admire his patience. I do tolerate his football obsession so I guess that makes us even.
So yeah For some reason I just can’t do the whole work-life balance, I either work hard or I party hard, but it’s a rare ocassion when it’s in the same week or the same day.
So this week I’ve been working hard as you can see from my desk. Been doing lots of photo editing and the big pile of papers on the desk is the novel I’m working on right now. And yes, the cat is essential to the creative process. Anyway, I can’t wait to be done (only 30 pages!) because after that I’ll spend the whole week sipping margaritas on the fake beach by the river and finally socialising with my friends rather than my cat. So yeah, in some twisted sort of way I do have work-life balance. I’m not sure how long it’ll take for me to go crazy, but so far it seems to be working out for me.