Day 295: Colorful

I have mentioned my partial obsession with pencils before, and this post simply reiterates it.  I can't even tell you how many pencils I currently have.

I decided to laze around this Saturday and spend time cleaning up my place.  I also wanted to spend time writing, since I haven't had the time to do so.  My muse is a fickle entity.  Sometimes it nags me to write something that seems to be born out of sheer ingenuity, and then sometimes it just abandons me.  Next thing I know, some things I intend to write ends up getting Overdue (The Get Up Kids).

Day 243: Palette

Color palette of my oil pastels.

Looking for inspiration this month has been a little bit challenging for me.  I've been focusing on other things that finding time to take a picture each day have started to become a force of habit.  It's almost second nature to me now, like brushing my teeth and flossing after.  While it doesn't seem very hard to remind myself that I need to take a picture daily, the amount of effort I put into it has somehow diminished.  I'm not ranting, I'm just saying that my photos as of late have not been made with as much gusto as I used to have.  While I would have spent about an hour each day to take a picture, upload and blog about it, I find that I have not dedicated the same time for it lately.

The project is still fun, don't get me wrong.  I just think I've been doing a poor job lately.  I don't know, August has always been a bland month for me.  It was neither inspiring nor depressing.  If this is some funk, then I probably need to make a Getaway (Texas).  I'm making excuses.

Day 215: Blurring the Colors

I have to admit, I'm still trying to get back to my normal groove.  It's a little hard to let go of my vacation hangover when it's raining like there's no more tomorrow.

The pencils, by the way, is a gift from a colleague.  Sort of like a pasalubong, which is interesting for me, because the trainer who gave this to me is American and they find the concept of pasalubong a bit trivial.

Day 162: Hanging Beads and Other Stories

My creative juice is running low.  So, I looked at my blogroll for inspiration.  I got one from myealexis' post.

I spent Saturday getting my plumbing fixed and watching TV shows and movies on DVD that a friend lent me.  It was a trying week, I had no energy to go out.  Interestingly, this is also the first weekend I spent indoors without having anything delivered.  I normally would have food delivered if I'm staying in for the weekend.  I guess, having food stored allows for more domesticity.  I didn't think my rice and corned beef was bad.  It could use some potatoes, though.  Maybe I can pick some up at the grocery.

Hold it.  Did I just talk about cooking?  Oh Lord...

Day 144: Blue & Gray

Well, it's really silver, but a little adjustment on the color wheel made it more blue.  No, I'm not feeling down.  I know how to deal When the Stars Go Blue (The Corrs featuring Bono).  I just needed a macro shot, and this is my contribution.  This was inspired by a photo I saw in the 365 Project site which I cannot find anymore.  Drats.

The skies are also a bit gray.  I've been seeing rainclouds and lightning.  While I like the cold after a whole lot of heat, I do feel bad for those who have to deal with inclement weather.  In this country, though, the weather you have to live with is more of in extremes.  You either get a whole lot of sun, or a whole lot of rain.  Sometimes, on the same day.

Day 37: In Color

When I said I should look into taking more pictures in color, the first subject that came to mind were really my colored pens.  You cannot possibly get more colorful than this.  Twenty-four colors to be exact.  Such images just gives you happy thoughts. 

I've always loved the mystery of grayscale.  I think more with black and white images because it leaves the colors to the imagination.  It probably tells you how grayscale my imagination is.  Maybe because I equate colorful to optimist, and I wasn't always exactly a silver-lining kind of girl.  During the last couple of years, though, I have moved towards being more optimistic.  Ive learned that if you want life to give you gray and melancholic images, it will give you that.  And as much as I love the classic black and white, I think I would prefer to look back and get lost in the technicolor phase.  In twenty-four colors, if you may.