100 day photography challenge

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2/100 days of productivity · getting ready to review my praxis exams. also learning how to take better flat lay pictures. i know i need a lot of practice 😬  for those who are wondering, that fish egg sushi next to my pencils/pen is actually an eraser!

100 Day Photography Challenge

Day 1 - A picture of yourself taken on the first day of the challenge
Day 2 - A photo that makes you happy
Day 3- Favorite book that you own
Day 4 - A picture of yourself 10 years ago
Day 5 - A place that makes you happy.
Day 6 - Your favorite quote, in your handwriting
Day 7 - Something You love
Day 8- A picture of the best moment of your life
Day 9 - A talent of yours
Day 10 - Your bedroom (In its current state)
Day 11 - Your favorite food
Day 12 - A prized possession
Day 13 - Favorite board game
Day 14 - Something you hate
Day 15 - Your childhood home
Day 16 - Something embarrsing in your room
Day 17 - Your pet(s)
Day 18 - Your favorite outfit
Day 19 - One of the best days of your life
Day 20 - Your Grades/Report card
Day 21 - A picture of your cell phone
Day 22 - Favorite cd that you own
Day 23 - A school picture
Day 24 - Favorite purchase ever made
Day 25 - A gift from a friend
Day 26 - A gift from your family
Day 27 - The shoes you wore today
Day 28 - The shirt you wore today
Day 29 - A pretty flower
Day 30 - Your breakfast
Day 31 - A picture of yourself taken today
Day 32 - Something you collect
Day 33 - Something you made
Day 34 - Something that makes you smile
Day 35 - Favorite movie that you own
Day 36 - A place were you spend a lot of time
Day 37 - The last restaurant you ate at
Day 38 - A useless trinket you own
Day 39 - Your favorite picture
Day 40 - An embarassing picture from your childhood
Day 41 - Someone in your family
Day 42 - Something you did today
Day 43 - The weather outside
Day 44 - A hobby of yours
Day 45 - Your favorite food
Day 46 - A picture of your favorite state
Day 47 - A room in your house
Day 48 - Your bestfriend
Day 49 - A day your remember really well
Day 50 - Something you drew
Day 51 - Something passed down from your parents/grandparents
Day 52 - A picture of yourself celebrating for getting this far
Day 53 - The last thing you bought
Day 54 - A picture of yourself from middle school
Day 55 - What you’re wearing today
Day 56 - A drawing of your favorite cartoon charcter
Day 57 - Everything inside your purse/backpack/wallet
Day 58 - Your favorite animal
Day 59 - Your most used electronic device
Day 60 - Last movie you watched
Day 61 - School class picture
Day 62 - Last place you traveled to
Day 63 - Sports awards
Day 64 - Favorite childhood book
Day 65 - A picture of you and your bestfriend
Day 66 - A picture in your room
Day 67 - Something Green
Day 68 - A magazine you like
Day 69 - Something Red
Day 70 - Something you borrowed from someone else
Day 71 - A picture of your favorite piece of jewelry
Day 72 - A stuffed animal
Day 73 - Your lunch
Day 74 - Something you found under your bed
Day 75 - You and a friend
Day 76 - Something that annoys you
Day 77 - The last thing that you bought
Day 78 - Your sunglasses
Day 79 - A ticket from somewhere you’ve been
Day 80 - Your favorite childhood movie
Day 81 - Something you baked
Day 82 - The most embarrassing thing in your closet
Day 83 - The moon tonight
Day 84 - Your favorite pair of shorts
Day 85 - Something Pink
Day 86 - Something your mom bought you
Day 87 - Something you hold dear to your heart
Day 88 - Your bathroom
Day 89 - What’s in your fridge?
Day 90 - Your current school photo
Day 91 - Something that made you smile today
Day 92 - Something weird in your house
Day 93 - The view from your bedroom window
Day 94 - What you’re doing right now
Day 95 - Something yellow
Day 96 - A place you went today
Day 97 - Something heart shaped
Day 98 - Your favorite nail polish color
Day 99 - Something that makes you feel accomplished
Day 100 - The final picture of yourself.

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365 days of happiness

Day 100: Christmas mini scene!

I’m so happy with how this came out! I did a whole pastel pink and kind of shabby chic Christmas scene! This is my first time making furniture. All furniture in this is made by me.

If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to message me.

Several of these minis will be not be available on my ETSY due to the delicate nature of them.. However my shop will be open in 2015 :)

My shop is listed at GloriaJoeArtwork. 

Day 67

Niti

Večeras je vjetar nanio niti pred moje prozore
Zanjihao otiske svjetla
Pustila sam kiši da ih ispere
A onda ih pospremila u kutijice raznih boja

Čuvat ću ih za uspomenu
Na dan u kojem je jugo razbilo snove
O moje kule u pijesku
A moju tišinu privezalo za svoje skute i
odnijelo je


Threads

Tonight the wind blew in threads against my window
and swayed the imprints of light
I let the rain clean them up
then put them to boxes of different colour

I will treasure them as keepsakes
of the day when the south wind shattered dreams
against my castles in the sand
and tied my silence to its skirts
and took it away

Day 71

Izgubljena

I opet se sunce igra slikara
i kičicom po dvorištu kuće riše
lišće loze
dok lagano treperi na povjetarcu
iznad moje glave

I moja se kosa mrsi
u ovo kasno jutro
dok se nestašni povjetarac  
igra pramenom
kao da je vlat trave

Zaigrano jutro
oslikano
treperavo
prvosvibanjsko

Ili možda sanjam?
Među sjenama
sam i ja
izgubljena
i čekam podne
da me nađe?

Poništi


Lost

And again the sun feigns to be a painter
painting with a brush all over the house front yard
images of
vine leaves trembling carelessly teased by the breeze
right there above my head

My hair as well gets tangled up
in this late dragging morning
while this mischievous little breeze keeps
playing with my lock
as if were a blade of grass

A fanciful morning
illustrated
fluctuating
first-of-mayish, or

could it be I’m dreaming?
Amidst all these shadows
am I too
utterly lost
waiting for the noon
to find me? And

cancel me

Day 41

Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall
of an old decaying house
where no one lives any more
how far back can you see into the past?

How many winters have past
and reappeared
and are lost?
How many times
has the frost
scratched your surface and left its scar?
How many suns have peeked into your secret?
How many moonlights have slid across your glass?

Mirror mirror on the wall
of an old decaying house
are you haunted by memories?
Are you disturbed by intruders?
How many faces do you treasure?
Is there the face of the one
who hung you there onto the wall of
the home he had built with his
own two hands?
Can you recall my face?
It was different then when I was a child
and had no regrets…
Do you recognize me now so many wrinkles later?

Mirror mirror on the wall
keeper of images and treasurer of time
I wish I could rewind it all and bring back to life
the voices of my youth
If the faces you remember and I have forgotten
could spring back to life
then the walls could be repainted
and the windows pushed open
Then the village of my childhood could be revived
on your screen…
and I could travel back in time like in a film

Day 44

ispod

svaka kap ubada tišinu
i čini je grubljom i težom
na površini ostaje trag

pučine su u dubini
svi ponori
sve oluje
zatomljene čežnje
udavljeni snovi

netko će čuti vapaj s dna
zamijetiti nemire
Možda
i spustiti mreže da me izbavi
ili ću se zauvijek utopiti
u sutonu blizu obale
kad kiša razdere valove


underneath

each raindrop stabs and wounds the silence
making it heavier and stiffer
on the surface there remains a scar

the sea is open in the depths
all the trenches
all the sea storms
subjugated yearnings
suffocated daydreams

a cry will be heard from the bottom
disturbances will be noticed
Maybe
even a net will be thrown in to save me
otherwise I will be drowned and lost forever
at sunset very close to the shore
when the raindrops tear the waves apart

Day 42

oko

isprazni pogled
šupljega oka
drvene bačve
na umoru
sve su priče već jednom ispričane

odavno je kapnula posljednja suza
istekla je duša do dna…

sada samo vjetar kad huče svoje prste provuče
kroz utrobu drvenu
a kiša po poklopcu uspavanku tuče
sumornu


eye

an empty stare
of a hollow eye
of a wooden barrel
at the end of time
all the stories have been told

the last tear has dropped long time ago
and the soul leaked out to the bottom…

now only when the wind howls it runs its fingers through
the wooden entrails
upon the barrel’s head a gloomy lullaby is played
by the rain

Day 52

Vrtnja

Vrtim se u kovitlacu istih dana
okrećem
Vrijeme je progutalo svjetla
u tamu
Gdje sam?
Nestajem…

Nestajem kao sjena
kad je podne pritisne
u fragmentima svjetlosti sam
Ima me pa me nema
Sabijena sam
u beskraje


Spin

I spin in the whirl of identical days
I turn
Time has devoured the lights
into dark
Where am I?
I’m vanishing…

Vanishing like a shadow
when pressed by the noon
in the fragments of light I reside
There I am and then I’m not
Am squeezed down
to infinities

Day 60

Točka nestajanja

Mogu li budućnost i prošlost supostojati
u istoj točki
susresti se i razići se
istovremeno
u trenutku koji se rasteže u beskonačje
i sažima do poništenja

U točki u kojoj me nema
a prema kojoj idem
u susret meni iz koje ideš
u kojoj te nema

u svakoj točki u kojoj jesmo
i nismo
i bili smo
i nećemo biti
u kojoj ćemo se poravnati
na različitim nivoima stvarnosti
jedno s drugim
mimoići

Možemo li se susresti na istom mjestu
igdje
u paralelnim vremenskim dimenzijama
potražiti se jednom
nekoć
ikad

ili ćemo ostati stranci
putnici
prolaznici
kao svjetlo i sjena
zauvijek se rastati
a da se nismo ni sreli nikad?


Vanishing point

Can future and past co-exist
at a same point
meet and separate
simultaneously
at a moment that expands to eternity
and contracts to reduction

At the point at which there is no me
but towards which I’m moving
from which you are going towards me
at which there is no you

at each point at which we are
and are not
and we were
and never will be
at which we shall realign
at different levels of reality
one with another
pass each other by

Can we meet at the same place
anywhere
in parallel temporal dimensions
look up for each other once
upon a time
ever

or shall we remain strangers
passengers
passers-by
like light and shadow
shall we separate forever
without having ever met ?

Day 59

Vamo i namo / Stora kužina

Iza ovih vroto je stora kužina
Vode se kuvalo i ilo u nojstorije doba ča ga se ni jo ne spominjem
Kuvalo se isprva na komin i na stori špaher na drva
dok struje još ni bilo
Kuvalo se nami, ali se kuvalo i gudićima i kozami i ovcami
Šparićalo bi se kokošami, a tovaru bi se zimi zgrijala voda

Ilo se za storim žutim stolon koga se jedvo sićon
i sedilo na storim katridama ča su danaska propale
Stol je bia moli, a nas je bilo puno i jope bi svi stali
i niko ne bi osto glodan

Posli se učinila i nova kuća i u njoj i nova kužina
i tamo se već kuvalo na letriku
I unda je bilo posli: Oćemo isti vamo ili namo?
I dugo smo jope ili vamo
jerbo da se namo ne šporkivo
I uvik je falila boca uja i kvasine
jerbo se boca nosila vamo i namo
I ka bi se ilo vamo, bila bi namo
a ka bi se ilo namo, bila bi vamo

Natoči dvi boce, drži jenu vamo, jenu namo,
reka bi dida Jure babi Dinki
I tako bi i bilo
ali ka bi se potrošila jena boca unda bi, umisto da se oma utoči nova,
radije ona od namo, u koj je još bilo uja ili kvasine, donila vamo i unda jope ne bi bilo dvi boce
nego bi se jope niko vrime trčalo namo i nosilo vamo

Danaska nas ni puno ostalo
Iza istih ovih vroto je i dalje stora kužina
U njoj je komin ka ča je uvik bi, a stori je špaher na drva zaminia novi na plin
I nova kužina je sada već stora
ali je i dalje zovemo da je nova
mi koji smo sada oni stariji
Mlodih više ni nimo
Kuvo se i dalje i vamo i namo ali se ide samo u novoj kužini
jerbo je namo televizija

Day 40

More

Ima li kapljica u moru koliko i vremena?
Koliko je puta sunce utonulo iza horizonta?
Koliko je malo mene ostalo iza svakog sutona?

Svaki put kada se vratim drugi su ljudi i brodovi
druge boje i obzori
Svaki je dan drugi i svaka noć
Vratimo li se ikad?
Ili je svaki povratak samo još jedan odlazak
i more nas nosi sve dalje od obale
s koje smo krenuli na ovu plovidbu…


The Sea

Are there as many drops in the sea as there is time?
How many times has the sun fallen behind the horizon?
How little of me is left after each sunset?

Every time I return there are different people and ships
different colours and skylines
Every day is different and every night
Do we ever come back?
Is every return just another departure
and the sea takes us further away from the shore
where our journey began…