When I was trying to find a colour scheme for the current design of this site, I kept coming across these three-letter words. The three-letter words are hex codes for just a few of the many web-safe colours. The beauty of using web-safe colours in the stylesheet is, instead of typing the full hexadecimal code (for example: #aaccee), you can simply type the first, third, and fifth letters (for example: #ace) and you’ll still get the same colour. I guess that’s one of the incentives for using web-safe colours. You’ll get to save a few seconds of your time when you’re writing the stylesheet! There are probably some other combinations that I missed. If you’re bored enough, you can try to come up with three-letter words that I haven’t listed above out of these letters: a, b, c, d, e, and f.
We went to Winnipeg, Manitoba in February. People we know couldn’t understand why I’d want to go to Winterpeg — as they like to call it here — in the middle of winter. My one and only reason was, I’d never been there. I always think it’s a good enough reason to visit a place.
As we were walking around the city, I kept getting ice build-up on my glasses. The condensation on the lenses got frozen on the spot in merely seconds. It was that cold. I didn’t take too many pictures because I was too busy keeping myself warm, but the only pictures I like from the trip are of old buildings.
The pictures above were taken inside the Manitoba Legislative Building. It has beautiful architecture and interior. It seems to be a popular spot for wedding photography because of the grand interior. If you ever get yourself to Winnipeg and only have time to visit one attraction, make it this one. You won’t regret it.
Hello, my name is Firda and I’m a plant addict. Right now I have this craving to go to a nursery and buy a boatload of plants and seeds. Last night I gave in to the temptation and bought myself some seeds off eBay, from a nursery in Newfoundland no less. And today I spent all morning browsing eBay for more seeds of exotic plants, but so far I’ve been good and haven’t ordered any more. This would all be fine and dandy if we didn’t live in a cramped apartment and if over half of our dining table wasn’t occupied by potted plants already.
I’m blaming my addiction on my late mother. I used to think that she loved her plants more than she loved me (not true at all, she loved me until the day she died). She’d scrape soil off the gutters for her plants. Having new planters would make her so excitedly happy. She’d ask strangers for cuttings of plants she wanted. She actually had an ICU section for all her plants that weren’t doing well. Knowing that I loved flowers, she’d put her best flowering plants right by my bedroom window and keep them flowering.
Sadly, I had zero interests on plants when my mother was alive. Watering her plants was just a chore, a big pain in the butt, made worse by my jealousy of the plants for getting hours of special attention every day from my mother. When she went away for a month, many of her plants were dying from abandonment by the time she got back (my fault, guilty as charged). I was sure she was going to kill me, but surprisingly, she didn’t make a big fuss of it. I was so relieved. Though I did feel guilty to see the many plants occupying her ICU section afterwards. Of course she nursed them all back to health. She was good at it.
When my mother died, I did what I knew my mum would’ve liked me to do with all the flowers we received from people expressing their condolences. I tried to keep them alive for as long as I could. Since I had zero idea on how to handle flowers, they didn’t last very long. It made me sad and it made me wish I’d inherited my mother’s green thumb.
Well, what do you know. Five years later, here I am. My mother might not have passed her green thumb on to me but she definitely passed me her addiction. I like to think I’m not as big a plant addict as her but I’m getting there for sure. And it all started four years ago, when we bought a peace lily plant from a supermarket to commemorate the first anniversary of my mother’s passing. Since then, the urge to buy and grow more plants just keeps getting stronger and stronger. So you see, it all comes back to her. My mother. The original plant addict among the two of us. Without her blood running in me, I probably wouldn’t recognise the joy of watching tiny little seeds turning into plants.
Just one dark little secret. Unlike my mother, sometimes I wish some of my plants would die a natural death so I could buy some new ones. I think that makes me the Darth Vader of the gardening world or something to that effect. I know it’s evil, but I just can’t help it! Though I’m sure I would stop wishing death upon my plants once we have a house of our own that I could fill up with as many plants as I want. That would be so freakin’ awesome!
I think I’m going to have to use different kinds of ND filter on my Polaroid SX-70 for different situations, i.e. ND2 for indoor and ND3 for outdoor because using ND3 indoor makes for some underexposed Polaroid shots. Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster for free filter samplers. If you ever need some ND filters for your Polaroid SX-70, I’d highly recommend getting the Lee Filters Cinematographer’s Edition swatch book that you can order through their contact form for free. It sure beats ordering a tiny piece of overpriced ND filter from Hong Kong, which I wish I could say I hadn’t done before.
I love cover songs and I love folk music, so when Google Reader recommended Cover Lay Down to me, of course I had to subscribe to it. It’s chock full of folk song cover (folk cover song?) goodness, including covers of one of my favourite Leonard Cohen’s songs, Famous Blue Raincoat and one of my favourite Joni Mitchell’s songs, River, I was thrilled. It’s also very well-written.
I’m going to have to dig deeper into the archives to see what other goodness this blog has to offer. I love it when Google Reader is recommending something other than photoblogs to me.