What Happened To The Beauty?

I was in the city the other day, looking around. And my heart sunk. I am a country girl, and seeing everything like that broke my heart. Many say that they love the beauty of the city, but I just don't see it. I love the beauty of the rolling hills, the tall mountain peaks, the fresh air, and the sun shining down on all the mother nature has created. But when I see a city I see hard metal edges, animal death traps, millions of strangers that could hurt me, and not a tree in sight. There is no sparkling snow, only brown mush on the side of the roads. There are no trees, only tall sharp metal buildings that reach to the sky. It's all so ugly. Here the chirping of birds has been replaced by screech of cars and the yells of people.

In Summer, nature is green and thriving. The sound of birds, the smell of flowers, the feel of a warm summer breeze ripples across your skin. Your eyes are open the to beautiful colors of budding flowers and glorious greens and golds. In Summer, at a city, it is grey and black. Almost dead. The only living things are fat doves, nasty people, and pets that are locked inside all day. The sound of clambering feet and cars fills your ears, the smell of smog and pollution fills your lungs, and the only thing you feel is others brushing past you, in a hurry, sometimes knocking you down. What is beautiful here?

In the Fall, nature is gold, brown, and red. Different shades light the tree tops, a cool, pleasant breeze makes your hair fly back. Parting chirps and calls from the birds litter the air, the world is getting ready for slumber. In the city Fall is boring. Colorless and just as foul as the summers. But now, even the fat doves have left, leaving only people, busily running up and down the side walks, still uncaring about you or anything or anyone but themselves. In Spring, nature is warm, wet, and coming to life again. The bright vibrant greens of budding trees makes you appreciate the fact that this season will always return. Even the worst of weather brings a sense that there is something bigger than just you, powerful thunderstorms that seem to rip the sky apart, bring you back to respecting nature. The song birds return and are louder than ever. In the Spring, in the city, it rains and you get wet running from side walk to side walk. People complain. Thunder and lightning is deadly and scary here. What is beautiful here?

Finally in the Winter, in nature. the rolling hills and mountains are covered in a soft blanket of soft, powdery snow. The cool air refreshes your lungs. The sparkling landscape makes the world spark with dead-life. In the City though, brown slush lines the roads, the air is more polluted with the heaters that everyone uses, what happed to a good old fashioned fire? So again I ask, for the last time. Where is the beauty?

I simply cannot wait to get home. I miss the big blue sky, the cool fresh air, the soft snow. It is everything that I am, nature is my home, not the city. I wish the city would fall. I wish it were gone. It's like a blemish on the otherwise perfect face of earth...I just want to be home. I want my beautiful nature and home back.

Scattered Photography: The Red Flower

Sometimes the most beautiful things are right in front of us and we simply overlook the smallest and most beautiful things in the world. This is why I love photography so much, sometimes one still frame can capture something so simple in the best way. Can't you just imagine the warm salty sea breeze blowing in your hair, or maybe the sweet flowery smell from the flower. Anyways, just a simple picture can capture something so delicate and beautiful and make it even more spectacular then it was while it was moving and alive. 

Everything is beautiful in nature, it was all made be the earth.

One thing I have learned, is that no matter how ugly you think something may be, there is always something beautiful about it. There could be a girl over-weight and always made fun of, being called ugly, and you could never think twice about her. But really look at her, she could have amazing eyes, beautiful hair, rosey red cheeks, a perfect complexion, or even nice lips. Everything stunning about her is looked over because of her weight, next time you see someone that you may think is ugly, give them a good look, see how stunning they are, and tell them. You have no idea what difference it could make. 

So in the end, what is the lesson? Anything is beautiful, from a pretty red tropical flower, to a girl no one gives a second look too. Try and find the beautiful things in the world, and you'll see we can all be alot nicer. 

Alone

Sometimes when I'm all alone, I pretend your there, with your arms around me, holding me close. And I wish it was real, but then I open my eyes and I remember that your not here with me, your with some other girl, not regretting breaking my heart or anything else. Your happy, I have a broken heart.

People say I am using our break up for sympathy. I don't think I could do that, seeing our relationship fall apart in front of everyone was enough, I don't need to go looking for it. You even say that your sorry. I don't know why I can't believe you, probably because you never told me the truth before.

I just wish that sometimes I didn't have to be the strong one. I wish I could be the one who could just break down, just once. But that won't happen. The one time it did, all I got was a shrug from be 'best friend', and maybe a few pitiful glances. I have to stay strong, and get over you, even though it will be hard, I know I can do it. I am only in middle school, how hard can if be to get over your first love?

It's not like I am alone now. I know at school everyone thinks that I am the perfect one. The one with all the friends in the world, the one with the perfect looks and the perfect grades. But why can't they see past my fake smile and my witty remarks and see how much you hurt me? Why am I the antagonist in this, while your seen as the victim. You broke my heart, and I'm getting trashed for it. And thanks to you, I learned a life lesson, when your on top of the world, your really just digging your own grave. The more popular you are, the easier it is to take you down. I learned the hard way.

When  I am all alone, I think that I am in your arms again, but then I open my eyes. Tears fall down my cheeks and I remember that you cheated on me. Your not mine anymore, you never were. You were my biggest mistake. But I am over it, I am the strong one, the one no one comforts.

(To my readers I am sorry but I just went through a pretty bad break up and all of this is true, I am not exactly all that loved right now, and I needed to be able to vent. I hope you understand and don't think I'm just a whiny person.)

Scattered Modeling: Pencil Sketches

Well my brother recently got the MAC Book Air, so he also got a camera on his computer, which I find incredibly handy! So in my spare time, I decided to take a few pictures of myself, using the pencil sketch setting on Photo Booth, here is what I came up with:

While this one is not my most flattering of pictures, I still love it! I rarely wear pink, because my favorite color is blue, so most of my stuff is blue. But here I am wearing pink, and I think it doesn't look half bad! I love my eyes here, they look really big and cute. 

I adore this picture! I just love how the light hits my face and the gleam in my eyes, even the paleness of my lips in this I think looks pretty. I was actually in the car right here, looking out the window when I accidentally clicked the take photo button, and BAM! one of my best pictures EVER! I love this one, and even how you can see my ear bud, I just love it! 

I really don't know what face I was making here, I think it's a mix of a pout and raising my eye brows. It looks a little strange but It still is worthy of being on here if I do say so myself! Even though I am frowning it still has a dramatic look to it that I think makes a great picture, even though it's not serious at all.

This was the first picture I ever took with Photo Bucket and I love it. It is a little depressing I guess, but I still like it because of the fact that my face shows no more expression than a brick. I find it ironic because it is a complete opposite of my personality 

Scattered Modeling: Winter Sports

Well since I have many pictures of myself skiing and I have this modeling thing going on here, I thought, Why not?! So here are some of my best pictures of me skiing:

This is a pretty good picture, I am in close to the gate, and my skis are on edge, but there are also a few problems. for one, I am way to far back, my shins are not pressing against the from of my boots like they should be, and second my shoulders are lilting way too much into the gate, they should be straight, facing down the hill, only below the hips should be moving here.

This is one that was taken  right before the one that I have already shown. Here you can see that while I am in fact even more on edge here, I am still way too far back in my boots, which makes me easily unbalanced. Also my shoulders and hands are dipping much too far  down. But overall both of these pictures are both very good and shows some of my best skiing. 

For the record I am in fact on a ski team, so I am trained for this kind of stuff. In these pictures I may be going 20-30 mph, so quite fast for a 95lb. girl of my height, this is a GS coarse, which means the gates are much more spread out than it would be in a Slalom (S-la-lum) coarse. Gs stands for Giant Slalom, so it makes sense. I will try to get some pictures of me skiing Slalom on here, but I am not as good at that. 

Thanks for reading!

Winter Bliss

The time of cracked lips, frozen fingers, yearning for summer, and sparkles of falling snow. Many of us hate this cold season, but I see it as a beautiful time of solace and bliss. All white landscapes with shimmering foundations. The cool crisp air that feels so good in your throat as you breath, it seems so pure. Even on the blackest night, the falling snow gives you glimmers of light in a black sky. It's possibly my favorite season. Even though I miss the chirping birds and the humidity of the summer air on my skin.

Frozen air in shimmering skies

The season of death

The season of isolation, of solace, of beauty

It comes with cracked lips, frozen fingers, and goosebumps

It comes with awed faces, with inspirations, and pure bliss

A season frozen in time, waiting for the heat of spring to come.

Snow waiting to melt away, to give life back to the land. 

Winter.

Accompanied with hate, love, warmth, cold. 

A season of many faces.

A season that demands respect. 

Am I the only one with a winter heart? I am a skier, with a heart of ice. Many of my friends hate winters icy grip, I love the cool and refreshed feeling you get every time you breath and the frozen air rushes into your lungs. Watching the steam fall out of your mouth and swirl into the air before it finally disappears. Winter is beautiful, am I really the only one who can see that? 

With the frost that coats everything it touches, the rosy red of your cheeks from the stinging cold. Even the pure and raw frozen feeling that you get when your out too long, its a wonderful and unique time of year. 

Winter comes with so many possibilities. Making snow men, skiing, snow-ball fights, and even hot chocolate. It's a hard time of year to hate. 

A Light Dusting 

What is more Wintery than a light dusting of snow and some green pine tree's? Other than a steaming cup of hot chocolate, I can't think of really anything else. It's majestic, the smell of pine and the cold winter air. I find it inspiring and blissful, without the song birds and the shouts of kids playing on the grass, Winter gives you a time of peace and quite, to regain your sanity before you loose it again in the happiness and ecstasy of summertime. 

 Igloo's and Tunnels 

We all must know the term Igloo! Come one ESKIMO'S!!! Well last snow day I decided that I was gonna make one, but it came out a little wrong. It really wasn't all that Iglooish, more like a massive snow tunnel, but you know, it was still  hole in the snow, that was big enough for me to fit in.