Random snapshots on a moving train

It was a very fine day around the end of May when the British weather finally settled and graced us with the warmth of the sun. As expected, everything looks magnificent when the sky is painted with a vibrant hue of blue and the clouds aren't blocking the sun. I was on my way to university and since I had my camera with me, I took random snapshots whilst I was on a train.

Here they are:

Sunset View

I was going through my external HD and came across the photos I took in Paris last year. 

My DSLR stopped functioning at that time, so I had to use a digital camera. I was very frustrated as I was quite used to getting sharp, clear and just high quality images, the image quality of the digital camera just did not do it for me. Whilst queuing to go up the Eiffel tower, I thought of how I could have captured the scenery and events better in France had I used my DSLR and whatnot, which heightened my bitter mood. I queued for nearly 3 hours and by the time I got to the top, dark clouds were forming and the sun was hiding behind them; the mood was gloomy, but seeing Paris from a high place altered my perspective of the city - literally and figuratively. I think I understood the reason better as to why Paris is called the city of love. 

I mean, how could anyone not fall in love, or feel the love in this beautiful city? Half an hour passed and I was still admiring the streets and buildings. The scene in the photo took my breath away though. The sun finally made its presence known and made everything look even more magnificent. Everything looked perfect, even my bitter mood became sweet when I saw this. 

I was no longer upset about my camera and learnt that the story behind a photograph is much more important than the image quality.

Greens

It's 3:08 in the morning

The light from the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling are slowly fading as the darkness creeps in and the silence amplifies every sound in this cold room. I feel trapped in an abyss with the voices in my head, slowly creeping in, murmuring in strange languages I can barely understand and uttering words that sounded like spells to awaken my greatest fears.

What if everything I do will never be good enough? 

What if I will never be capable of reaching my full potential?

What if I am eternally bound to remain on the same ground and watch the world spin from a distance?

What if I cause more suffering to everyone I love?

My thoughts run rampant with vivid images of my dark past and the future I am hoping for. I always push myself beyond the limits and I always do my best but I always fall short of what I am expected to reach and I keep on being the odd one out. I feel like my old scars are ripped open, my insides torn out and all my flaws are laid out, and everything gets uglier every second. I keep on tossing and turning to hide away from these thoughts, but every inch of my room is forcing me into despair and I have nowhere to hide.

It's 3:08 in the morning.

Maybe my thoughts are powerful because I am too tired and vulnerable to keep my demons at bay. 

It's dark, silent and cold, but I am still hoping for a bright, warm and hopeful day.

Strolling by the river Thames

 

Dusk at Walthamstow Central

This photo never fails to make me smile each time I see it, as it was the first photograph of dusk I captured with my first DSLR. I was waiting for my bus when I caught a glimpse of this magnificent view - the rich hues of warm colours fusing with the cool tones made a really dramatic backdrop for the silhouetted trees on that cold spring day of 2009.

About Me

I am a wandering soul trying to create purpose and meaning to my existence.

My name is Hannah Jeane. A gemini born in the year of the monkey, a recent business management graduate, art and photography enthusiast, a frustrated poet and an avid traveller, currently residing in the lovely city of London. 

To be honest, I have no idea how to manage a blog; or how to blog really. I have created numerous blogs before, but all of them ended up in demise due to my lack of inspiration, excuses and not-so-right mindset. Thankfully, I am not one to give up immediately, so here I am again, hoping for a different result and this time for sure, I will be committed to blogging.

About this blog

Photography is something I am passionate about. It is an extension of my being and my way of expressing the aspects of myself I fail to convey through my words and actions.

I originally intended to start a photography blog and show the world the places I have been, the beautiful people in my life, great moments and things I have seen as I venture through life; however, knowing myself, I will most likely not be able to stick to photography alone. Therefore, aside from photography, please expect occasional ramblings, rants and random posts about the conversations with the thoughts in my constantly wandering mind.

Also, I am open to collaborations, photography work or if you just want to say hi and stuff, I'm always a message away.

Please note that all the content of this blog is mine, unless stated otherwise. Please do not re-post any of the content; I have tumblr too, so I am watching you.