echoes

Clicking photographs or taking good pictures isn't an art though some people have the ability to elevate it into an art form and it can be simply astounding, however taking decent pictures isn't all that difficult more so because these days the phones come with great in-built cameras not to mention filters that eat away most flaws in a photograph and almost everyone looks to have become a photographer and so more power to them but just like how writing poetry doesn't make one a poet, clicking pictures doesn't make one a photographer and so I come to my point that is even in this day and age of easy photography there are some food blogs which have the absolute worst food pics and it aches me to see such pictures because they're so badly done.

(that was a long sentence)

It's not that the food looks bad, it's the angle, the setting, the depth and the overall composition of the picture that makes it so atrocious.
Clicking a plate of cookies isn't that big a deal but making the photograph look stunning is rather difficult because a good picture entails a plethora of elements that turn a picture into a story.
of course, one doesn't look at food and think of its backstory or its future but just one look should be able to bring out a few sentiments or a bit of an eyebrow-raising and wonderment that makes you feel inspired by looking at a picture.

I have scrolled through a long series of photographs on a food blog that primarily deals with confectionaries and my oh my they have the worst pictures.
Each element is so tightly focused on or there's so much going on in the background that it takes a while to find the element that is being photographed.

Also, there is a learning curve and with time some get better and some don't as is clearly evident through that blog.

Why am I bitching about it? because I'm upset with some of my food pictures too.
 Gah!

murder mood

I haven't written a stitch and it bothers me that I busied myself in obligatory gifts, that were well-meaning no doubt, but as useless and unneeded as appendicitis, and an eyesore no less, and DIY with nuts and screws that took up hours and every second made me want to fling it out the window, for they were supposedly meant to serve some purpose except it was exactly the opposite and now I wish I could dismantle and throw it in a trash can because it's fucking garbage and I hate it.
Makes me want to look up different poisons in a medical book and delicious dishes in a cookbook, and think of ways of joining the two.
This day has turned into sewage that slid down the drainage pipe without me being productive and here I have a hundred things to do and yet this day slithers towards its end and oh there's a dog that needs walking in this torrential rain, food that needs cooking and football that needs watching.
I have issues, I have anger, my annoyance threshold dips down every day, my irritation button grows every place.

arghh..humans

My graphic designer is ghosting me. I don't know why.
It's annoying.
My work has been in stasis for so long and not as much as a peep from him.
Not picking my calls, answering my emails or messages and I know he's checked all my messages I sent him on Whatsapp too.

In fact, I had my brother call him and after a few initial talks of meeting up, he ghosted my brother too.
What the actual fuck?
You don't want to do some work then say so, but don't just suddenly disappear with half my stuff in your mails.

many mutual friends spoke to him and he's told them how he's been so busy and so forth but still..nothing not a peep.

I don't want to have to look for someone here because the pains of explaining something so delicate and complicated will sap me..but if I don't find a solution soon then I'll have to find someone in Shanghai.

I'm so seriously pissed..but I've spoken to some people. Let's see.

I mean I can do it but not with the finesse of a professional..and honestly, if nothing comes my way then goddammit I'll learn how to fucking do it like a pro.