Pointless Ramblings

I’m very talented at procrastination, I was born with mediocre talents but excel wonderfully at procrastination and becoming easily distracted. I’m obviously supposed to be doing homework right now.  I thought about working on some artwork for our home, I even took out the supplies and then saw the laptop shining blue — indicating it was full of life and buttons that were ready to go clickety clack.

So here I am, browsing through pages all the while attempting to write about…honestly, I have no idea what I’m trying to say.

Earlier today, I was thinking that my thoughts often go to weird extremes. I’m sure i’m not the only one it happens to, but I’ve found it hard to relate to people or find anyone who isn’t ashamed to admit to them. For example, today as I was sitting in the toilet at work. I thought, what if while I was on the toilet I had an earth shakingly loud fart. So loud that everyone rushed to see what caused the building to tremble… only to find me sitting on the loo and the only words to escape my mouth were,”oops, I farted.” It would be so embarrassing. Stupid, I know. But sometimes I’m plagued by weird, stupid, or all together messed up scenarios in my head and I struggle with how to deal with these non-existent situations. I’ll spend minutes, hours, and sometimes even days worrying and finding ways on how to resolve these issues and often find that I can’t move on until I do.

But anyways. I’m not even sure what I’m rambling about. Just aimlessly rambling.

Last weekend, the boyfriend and I wanted to go for a drive so we headed out east and happened upon Elk Falls. We were actually supposed to go to a town that was further east but we were losing daylight and gas. So we stopped at Elk Falls instead. Even now, I think I was foolish. It was cold! Too damn cold for a photographic adventure. Hardly any photos turned out well, my hands were too busy trembling but I wanted to explore dammit! I walked down the hill and towards the miniature waterfall. I treaded carefully over the rocks, hoping I wouldn’t slip into the lake and die of hypothermia — meanwhile my boyfriend waited comfortably in the warm car. (that jerk!)  I had been here before, briefly, and yet again I was plagued with thoughts that I would be murdered by the hills have eyes-esque murderer. It would be so simple. We’re both out in the country, no one knows where we are. Alas, we survived with some shaky photos and a stuffy nose to prove it!

Also, I want to say I love old cemeteries. I’ve spent a lot of time visiting them. There’s something about them that I just can’t get enough of. I do try and be as respectful as I can be when I walk through them. I say hello and have conversations with them, and lament not having flowers to leave behind.

By the end of this brief quest, my boots were filled with cold water. It took about 5 minutes to thaw them out.  I’m ready for spring.


Attack of The Hay Bales

I love adventures, especially ones that involve taking pictures. What’s even greater is that I have a friend who also enjoys them just as much as me. It’s always rare but great when we get together for our Ping & Greta adventures. I’m pretty sure that their are far too few of them in my life. 
This time, we decided on a 60s theme but of course we always decide last minute giving us little to no time to hunt for suitable attire; thus leaving me looking like closet throw up. Still, it’s nice to go out and take pictures, regardless of the dreadful wardrobe. 
We found a cemetery on the side of the road and paid the fellow citizens a visit. It was a neat cemetery, the location was great and many of the graves were from the 1800’s which always amazes me. I love history, so I always wonder what their stories were and what the cause of death was and if they lead a fulfilling life. 
While driving, in the distance, I saw what resembled a giant squirrel. I feared that we may have been invaded by giant killer squirrels while we were gabbing away. But fear not, we were not, it was just a tree in the distance that resembled a giant squirrel. We are safe, for now.
As far as 60s themed, I’m not too sure if we got it right or not. The 60s is not an era that I’m familiar with. But I think Greta did great and even if it wasn’t we had a lot of fun fighting off bugs and being scared for Hammond, her car, who was having a terribly difficult time with the heat. 
The intention was to go on a trail at a nature preserve and take pictures along the way but their were people everywhere and I hate it when people are everywhere. It just makes me very uncomfortable. So, we settled for a spot on the side of the road that was filled with wheat. 
We then found an open gate leading to this awesome spot. I had always wanted to take pictures by alien infested bales of hay. It was not how I imagined it would go. Apparently, bales of hay are infested with bugs that go buzz, bite and attack! Now, I see why Greta hates them so. 
However, this tree was wonderful. I would have given it a hug had it not been surrounded by bugs. hahaha
I erased most of the pictures of me. Not because I wasn’t happy with how they turned out but because I was bummed with myself. Insecurities. Yay. I did, however, laugh at my truckers tan. 
After a short while, we decided to drive back closer to home. My friend was worried that Hammond might throw a fit and leave us stranded. So we headed to a place closer to home. When we pulled up to the parking lot of the second nature reserve, we immediately noticed a white truck  continuously circling the parking lot then leaving and coming back after a minute or so. It was odd but apparently he wasn’t the only creeper in the park. When we discovered Bambi and family, we ran and in our joy of seeing the deers we walked by a car who had a man inside. I don’t even want to know what I may have stumbled upon, because as soon as I walked by his window I see the shirtless man hurriedly pull what I assume were his pants and try to act cool. Sigh. Of course, we decided to go to the other side of the park to roam. 
And just when we thought we were in the clear it starts to rain. Ah, we are such lucky gals. 
Still, we made the most of it and decided to take pictures of our sweaty-sticky selves looking ever so beautiful. But to be frank, these are honestly the best pictures of us. I prefer these to myself attempting to do any sort of modeling — even if i am failing at it. haha
I do believe I need more adventures like these in my life. I’ve already told the boyfriend that we are to have one weekly. Of course, it probably won’t happen this weekend considering we’re moving into a new place next weekend and we still have so much to do. Blegh. Moving sucks. Until next time friends.

Grave Encounter

Wow! My head is still reeling from the amazing feedback I’ve gotten from my last post. I appreciate and am very thankful for each kind word or criticism, it’s an amazing feeling to have you all appreciate my photographs. It makes me all warm and fuzzy and then to be featured — it was like downing a pint of butterbeer. Or so I imagine that’s what the feeling would be like. 

Last night, I went to a Halloween Murder Mystery Party and had a blast. My boyfriend and I went dressed up as The Bride of Frankenstein and Frankenstein’s Monster. Unfortunately, not many pictures of us were taken but here’s one I thought I would share. Image

Since, I haven’t been on any adventures this week I thought I’d post some previous ones that I took of my friend at a cemetery. I thought it fitting since Halloween’s in a couple of days. ImageImageImageImageImageImageImageWe took these in late May, she wanted to do something with her old wedding dress and I wanted to take pictures at a cemetery — so we combined both ideas and this was the result.ImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageThe cemetery was beautiful and had tombstones dating back to the late 1800s. It was marvelous. ImageImageImageImageImageImage