Monthly Archives: February 2014

At a conference

I’ve already mentioned that I was suppose to attend a conference, but it got delayed. I wrote about that in Business trip post. Well I came back from that conference last night and here are my impressions. The organization of this 3 day long conference was really good. I was pleased with the room I got (a nice quiet room, considering the fact that I slept like a baby and…

Do your best with what you have!

Do your best with what you have!

I don’t know what is the first thing that comes trough your mind when you read “Do your best with what you have!” but I’m thinking about the equipment, space and conditions in general. Everything would be great if just everything is great. But that’s not the case at all. Nothing is served, in real life or in photography. Saying that, I also have to mention that yes, occasionally God…

Being a Miso mom

Being a Miso mom

I’m a mother of two children, a 3 year old girl and a 20 months old boy. I don’t need to explain how much I love my children. This is not about explaining how I feel about them. They’re my Sun, my Earth and my home. They’re my everything. It’s not easy to mention them here. They don’t belong to this section of my blog. No! This is “who knows…

Self portraits struggle

So, this got me thinking about my real trouble with selfportraits. I knew what my real troubles are but honestly, didn’t think that anybody else would have similar issues. Everyone seems fine with selfies. I asked two photographers I really like, about their selfies. They had completely different approaches and they work is completely different, however both of them care about the things that really matters in photography, and I…

Yes, the Earplugs!

Yes, the Earplugs!

I wanted to write about the earplugs for quite some time but I was waiting to take a shot of those earplugs I have at home… However, I haven’t taken a single shot of them, I’ll do that later. It doesn’t matter that much. Suzanne commented on the post What it really feels like few days ago. She wanted to give me some advice: “I am 55 and have live this my…

Just a bit of fly fishing

Just a bit of fly fishing

Again, I had 2-3 hours free time during this Saturday. Of course, I went for a photo walk, but before  I started the car and I decided to call my husband to see where exactly he was (he, of course, was somewhere fishing) … maybe I could take a photo or two. He told me that they were just preparing to go on the other place but if I wish…

Growing up with Miso

Growing up with Miso

I really can’t remember when my Misophonia started. Others seem to start experiencing it during the puberty. I just can’t remember. All I remember were sleepless nights and that characteristic awful feel of uncontrolled rage. I slept in a room next to my brother’s room and there was some decent space between mine and my parents room. I used to wake up in the middle of the night hearing my…

Dealing with Misophonia

Dealing with Misophonia

Someone contacted me and asked: “What has worked for you? What hasn’t worked for you?”. She doesn’t have Misophonia but her loved one has and she is trying to understand more about Miso. It’s a really difficult question and there’s not a simple answer to it. And, I may be a wrong person to ask, you’ll see that when you read what I wrote… After 20 years of dealing with…

Business trip

The first thing that comes to my mind when I’m going somewhere else for a day, two or more is “Where I’m going to sleep?” Obviously I know ahead where I’m going to sleep but I’m interested in details. Where will that room be? Will it be surrounded by other rooms or it will be more isolated? The point is, will I be able to have a good non interrupted…

Chronic pain feeling

Some mornings and some days I feel like I’m not in a mood for photography, for dealing with Misophonia, for dealing with people… I just need some peace and a bed to lay down. Maybe a bed in a wooden cabin somewhere in the woods? Oh, that would be great. Carved wooden furniture, big windows and the woods all around the cabin. Of course,  there’s no angry wild animals in my woods….