Resan – Le voyage (4)

This is a part of my project “Stories” – No one in the following text exists but in my imagination. You can read part 3 here and if you miss the previous parts, you can find all of them in the caterogy “Stories”.


 

Jaqueline och Kiki hade gått långsamt tillbaka från stranden. När de kom fram till huset la Jaqueline märke till att träden började gulna. Snart skulle hon behöva kratta löv i trädgården. Kiki gick direkt in till tvättstugan och la sig i sin korg. Han älskade detta rum på grund av det låga fönstret. Det var perfekt för honom för titta ute, när han var själv hemma på dagarna. Jaqueline gav honom mat, bytte hans vatten och önskade honom god natt med en liten klapp på huvudet. Hunden pepp tillbaka som en liten kut.

Jaqueline gick ut och stängde dörren. Hon letade efter sin mobil i fickan. Klockan var redan nästan 21h och veckarklockan skulle ringa 5h15 i morgon bitti. Det var verkligen dags för henne att packa inför den tvådagars konferens hon skulle till. Hon var tvungen att klä sig både professionellt och praktiskt: det var inte ens frågan om att ta en stor resväska med sig. Inte heller frågan om att ge de andra en chans att tycka synd om henne. Sedan Paul gick bort möttes hon ofta av dessa medlidande blickar och avskydde det. Hennes taktik var att se oförskämt bra ut. Hon var glad att ingen kunde se henne just nu, iklädd i gråa och slitna mjukisbyxor…

Hon gick igenom garderoben och valde en svart och klassisk klänning. Den skulle funka bra med en strikt kavaj på dagarna och med en blå sidensjal på middagen. Hon undrade om hon behövde ett ombyte för andra dagen eller om en accessoar skulle räcka för att klä om klänningen. Hon mindes att hon hade kommit hem totalt förkyld av förra konferensen, så det fanns få risker att svettas så mycket. Hon plockade en stor halsband som hon skulle bära på dag nummer två. Den skulle fånga blickarna av hennes eventuella betraktaren. Valet för skorna gick fort. Hon hade en favorit par av klackskor, som gav henne självsäkerhet, kvinnlighet och framför allt samma längd som hennes kollegor. Hon hade noterat sedan flera år tillbaka att den detaljen sparade henne onödiga ansträngningar för att få sin röst hörd.

Hennes väska var packad, hennes vanliga kvällsoro hade nästan försvunnit, kvar för henne var bara att lägga sig och möta Paul för en kort stund i hennes drömmar.


 

Jaqueline et Kiki étaient rentrés tranquillement de la plage. En arrivant à la maison, elle remarqua que les arbres du jardin commencaient à jaunir. Il lui faudrait bientôt ramasser les feuilles. Kiki alla directement dans son panier situé dans la buandrie, il aimait cette pièce, qui avait une fenêtre plus basse que toutes les autres de la maison et par laquelle il pouvait regarder ce qui se passait dehors, lors des journées qu’il passait seul. Jaqueline lui donna son bol de croquettes, lui changea son eau et lui souhaita bonne nuit en lui tapotant la tête. Le chien lui répondit d’un petit glapissement.

Jaqueline referma la porte et chercha son téléphone dans sa poche. Il était déjà près de 21h et le réveil sonnerait à 5h15 le lendemain matin. Il était grand temps de préparer son sac pour le déplacement de deux jours qui était prévu. Elle devait être à la fois professionnelle et pratique: hors de question de se trimballer une grosse valise ni de laisser aux autres une possibilité de penser qu’elle se laissait aller depuis le départ de Paul. Ces regards compatissants qu’elle croisait de temps en temps réveillaient en elle une espèce d’injustice: elle ne voulait pas être traitée en victime, mais persone ne lui demandait son avis. Sa tactique était donc de paraitre irréprochable, sur tous les plans. Si quelqu’un l’avait vue en ce moment, attirée de son jogging gris d’au moins quinze ans…

 

Elle parcoura son dressing-room des yeux et choisis une robe noire, classique, qu’elle accompagnerait d’une veste stricte lors des réunions de la journée et d’un châle en soie bleue pour le repas du soir. Elle se posa la question de savoir si elle prendrait une autre tenue pour le deuxième jour, ou bien un nouvel accessoire pour déguiser la robe noire. Elle se remémora la dernière conférence à laquelle elle avait participé et se souvint qu’elle était rentrée enrhumée. Peu de risques de transpirer, elle choisit donc un colier extravagant, qu’elle porterait le deuxième jour. Il détournerait l’attention de ses observateurs, s’il y en avait. Le choix des chaussures fut vite fait. Elle avait une paire d’escarpins favoris, qui lui donnaient de l’assurance, une féminité hors pair et surtout la même taille que ses collaborateurs. Elle avait noté lors de ses longues années d’expérience que ce détail lui évitait de mener des combats inutiles pour se faire entendre.

Son sac était prêt, son habituelle angoisse du soir était apaisée, il ne restait plus à Jaqueline qu’à se coucher et retrouver Paul pour un court moment dans ses rêves.

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More fragile than that?

 

 

If the wind comes and blows, this dandelion will be naked in 2 seconds. Life could do the same with you, so enjoy your day as much as you can. This is at least what I will be doing today. 14_IMG_7801 - Kopia

Mini forest

I was out the other day to try my new close-up lenses and had some fun. To take pictures with macro equipment asks to lie on the floor and to come very close from the subject. This is actually interesting, you begin to see things that you usually don’t pay attention to.

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Kontraster – Constrastes (3)

This is a part of my project “Stories” – No one in the following text exists but in my imagination. You can read part 2 here and if you miss the previous parts, you can find all of them in the caterogy “Stories”.


 

Hon satt här, på strander och grät utan att kunna kontrollera sig. Allt kändes så meningslöst då hon inte kunde dela det med Paul. Kiki behövde henne och tvingade henne att gå upp varje dag, hon var medveten om det. Även om hunden sprang på stranden mer levande än nånsin kände Jaqueline en stor tomhet inombords. Hennes långa arbetsdagar hindrade dock henne att tappa helt fattningen. Hon var precis rätt person på rätt plats på jobbet och hon gillade dynamiken som fanns på hennes arbetsplats. Hennes privatliv ekade tomt i jämförelse med hennes välfyllda dagar. Som ikväll, på stranden. Paul hade säkert sagt något ironiskt om denna fantastiska men riktigt banala solnedgång.

Som om han visste vilka tankar vandrade i Jaquelines huvud, kom Kiki närmare henne, satt sig framför henne och tittade på henne. Jaquelines ögon fylldes med tårar och snart kunde hon inte längre se honom skarpt. Han barkade för att berätta att det var dags att röra på sig. Hon, som var så inflytanderik på dagarna lät en hund bestämma över hennes privatliv.


 

Elle s’était assise là, sur la plage et pleurait sans pouvoir se contrôler. Tout lui parraissait si inutile depuis qu’elle ne pouvait plus rien partager avec Paul. Kiki avait besoin d’elle au quotidien et l’obligeait à se lever tous les matins, elle le savait. Même si il galopait plein de vie sur la plage en ce moment, Jaqueline se sentait vide et inutile. Ses longues journées au travail l’empêchaient cependant de perdre complètement le cap. Elle était exactement la bonne personne pour cette position et avait toujours aimé le dynamisme de son travail. Les journées pleines d’activités rendaient les soirées encore plus vides. Comme ce soir, sur la plage. Paul aurait certainement fait un commentaire ironique sur ce coucher de soleil magnifique mais ô si banal.

Comme s’il savait quelles pensées hantaient  Jaqueline, Kiki se rapprocha, s’assit devant elle et la regarda fixement. Les yeux de Jaqueline se brouillaient de larmes tant bien qu’elle ne voyait plus le chien distinctement. Il aboya, comme pour annoncer qu’il était temps de bouger. Elle qui était si influente dans la journée, elle laissait le chien décider de sa vie privée.

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Rude

One of 2014’s hits, that I like pretty much, Iike the rythm:

Saturday morning jumped out of bed
And put on my best suit
Got in my car and raced like a jet
All the way to you
Knocked on your door with heart in my hand
To ask you a question
‘Cause I know that you’re an old-fashioned man, yeah

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?
Say yes, say yes ’cause I need to know
You say I’ll never get your blessing ’til the day I die
Tough luck, my friend, but the answer is ‘No’

Why you gotta be so rude?
Don’t you know I’m human too?
Why you gotta be so rude?
I’m gonna marry her anyway

Marry that girl
Marry her anyway
Marry that girl
Yeah, no matter what you say
Marry that girl
And we’ll be a family
Why you gotta be so
Rude

I hate to do this, you leave no choice
Can’t live without her
Love me or hate me we will be boys
Standing at that altar
Or we will run away
To another galaxy, you know
You know she’s in love with me
She will go anywhere I go

Sunday morning

Both M and I woke up pretty early for a sunday, short after 7. The wind is blowing strong outside and even if the rain is not falling, it is threating us. Automn in all its beautifullness.

We had a productiv morning:

with eating breakfast: to eat breakfast together on the week end is almost religious for us. We sit and are often quiet but like each others company

with cleaning: it was about the time. We have kind of a good workteam, M and I and somehow, the satisfaction to live in a clean and ordered place is bigg!

with training: well not. I wanted to run but got totally mad at my GPS-clock that did not want to find satelites. After 10 min of tries, I gave up and went back home. You will tell me: “what for a bad excuse, you could have run anyway”. Of course I could have. But I am in a relatively bad mood, so I went home again instead and took a long bath. I registred for a yoga class tonight, it will work as well. The breathing thing will make me good.

We are invited for coffee at some friends place in an hour and M is going to Ljungby directly after. The rest of the day will be spent alone at home and at the yoga class. And tomorrow, it is riding horse that lift me up. I am pretty angry at some things right now and it won’t leave me. I have a plan for this but it takes time and I am – as you may know – not good at waiting or making slow things. I feel very lucky to live with someone that can give me some strength and makes me forget this boring thing. M is a great support and when he is gone for work, I feel like a little girl. I may spend time making pictures, it should give me some peace for my mind.

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 He doesn’t like to be photographed, but I hope he won’t mind me publishing this picture of him…

Miike Snow

I accidentally herad this song of Miike Snow:

The video is surrealistic, but I like it!

The first strike of the hammer
Made my heart beat faster
The rat-tat to remind me
That there was something behind me

You can hear them
You can hear them banging on the tin
But my love won’t be saved
We’ll all be staring at the wave

They told me I wasn’t anything
Before the bombs started falling
I was a fee for the master
I was a walking disaster

I know you hear it coming
I know you hear the sound
I know you feel it coming
Don’t let it get you down

You can hear them
You can hear them banging on the tin
But my love won’t be saved
We’ll all be staring at the wave

But my love won’t be saved
We’ll all be staring at the wave

Macro, the return

I talked about macro the other day and today, I took a new step. I went to a photo shop (not to mix with photoshop) and got me some tools for macro. They looked at me strangely when I asked about a reverse ring, but they suggested a close-up lens set, that was affordable (about 900 SEK), so I went for it.

The set is composed of 3 rings (+1, +2, +4) that you put on your lens and can combine all together or just one or two at a time. This is pretty convenient and you get to go closer to your subjects. Here you get a test I’ve done on a coffee cup:

Without any close-up lens:

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With the lens +1:

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With the lens +1 and +2:

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With the lens +1, +2 and +4:

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But what happens? The close-up lens works like a loup and if you need more technical explanations, you can read some on Wikipedia. The bakground is blured, which make the subject more distinct they say (to compare to a real macro lens). You cannot see this effect on the coffee pictures, but maybe it is better on this one:

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This is a mynth flower and this part of the flower is in fact about 13 millimeters. I am fascinated by the nature, making such small things work!

The bad part with macro photography is when you take a picture from the table in your living room and realize that what you see is dust:

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Can you guess what I need to do this week-end? Yes, you got it right! I have to test more and more my new kit and M has to clean the flat. Good repartition of tasks, isn’t it?

 

Brown noise

No, this is not me taking the wrong word while I was thinking of brown sugar. I meant brown noise. (Could I do a worse introduction for this post? I doubt, but you will have to live with it!).

The facts are following: at my office, we are sitting 6 persons in the same room since we moved in our new office at the beginning of the year. For me, it was a big change: from having my own office and being effective all the day to have to cohabitate with 5 other people, and at least as much new habbits. I feel my OCD coming at the surface of my skin: for exampel, I find it very difficult to see the mess on some desktops, I want it clean. I can’t stand when people loan things and don’t put them back at the same place, or when the doors are not really well shut. You name it. I could live with it if only I had my concentration through silence. I mean, when we are working togheter -which happens twice a year in this meaning- this is for me OK to talk with other people, it’s like part of the game. But when someone complains about his/her computer, or when someone answers the phone without getting out of the room, it is disturbing me. The consequence is that I need a lots of energy to put me back at what I was doing and at the end of the day, I lost maybe an hour of this kind of time and I am feelign really tired.

What did I do? I bought headphones. Good ones but also pretty expensive ones. The result is that I hear nothing from the outside and jump up to the roof instead when someone knock on my shoulder to talk to me. The only little inconvenient is that I wear glasses in front of my computer and it hurts a little above the hear. But for the rest: pretty good!

Consequence of that: you need something to listen to. I use to browse radio channel, with music from the 90’s, it makes me feel like I am young, pretty and have all my future in front of me. Almost like I felt in the 90’s, minus the “pretty”-part. It seems that the brown noise could heal my pain.

Brown noise is a random signal that has been filtered in order to generate a lot of energy at low frequencies. Its power density is inversely proportional to f^2 and decreases by 6 dB per octave. Brown noise produces a much warmer tone than white noise (0 dB/oct) or pink noise (-3 dB/oct).

The “brown” name comes from the “brownian” movement, not the color. In a brownian movement, successive samples have a higher probability to stay close to each other than to move far away. This process naturally filters out the higher frequencies. Brownian noise is also referred as red noise. This color comes from visible light that turns red when a similar spectral distribution is applied.

taken from here

Yeah? And what is your point? My point is that this noise would made me feel better if I was listening to it. from the same page:

In healthcare applications, brown noise is used to treat hyperacusis, an increased sensitivity to normal environmental sounds, or to mask tinnitus, a ringing in your ear occurring without any stimulus.

This is perfect. From now on, I will listen to brown noise the whole days, and hope to relive a little of my concentration.

The funny thing is also that I youtubed “brown noise” and found a 11 hours clip of it. When I looked at what youtube suggested me as related videos, I found an 11 hours clip of vacuum cleaner, a 11 hours clip of the sound of a lawn mower, a 12 hours clip of a boing 777!!! I mean, what are people loading up to the web?! This was hilarious!

You will get a real song for today, like the song of a real band with noises you may recognize and enjoy. Ok, maybe after some repeats you may be tired of it, but this is not as monotone: