One of my New Year’s Resolutions was to reduce my many persona into just two. Now to do this daunting task I really have to get dig deep into my subconscious. Today, during one of my beach-stroll monologues, it suddenly dawned on me that the kind of pictures I take can easily shed some light into who I am.
Here are some of things my camera has taught me:
Today I saw a coworker I had not seen in 2 weeks; greeted her; had our usually small talk; smiled; nodded at the right moments. So that was a great conversation I thought to myself. Just as I was about to skip back to my desk, she asked me if I liked her hijab.
“Yeah, you changed the style, huh?”
She just stared at me, jaw wide open and finally it came out: “I have never worn any kind of hijab. For the New Islamic Year’s Resolution I vowed to start wearing the hijab. Today is my first day.”
Smack myself on the head. Huh!!!! She was right. HTH did I not notice it?
Well I guess it’s coz I tend to see the garden not the petals on an individual flower; the fountain not the water droplets; the whole flock of birds not the feather on one of them; the shirt not the buttons; the face not the color of the window to the soul; the playing field not the grass blades; the….I guess you got the idea.
A few days ago, a friend sent me a link on how to take great shots. One tip was to zoom in on an object. She herself took a beautiful picture of the dancing water droplets of a fountain in Marnia Mall. I think you can even see her own reflection in one of the droplets; the whole picture is very magical, simply bewitching. Now moi, I hardly even noticed the whole fountain; I don’t know the color of any of my friends’ eyes; can’t remember the shape or color of most of my clothing.
Here are some of my pitiful attempts at trying to notice the smaller things in life.
Palm tree leaves (Shewikh)
Same tree without flash
Footprints in the sand
Crack in the sidewalk
Dent in my car