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March 24, 2017
I am always amazed about how different people are when I ask them for their escapist fantasies.
- In the US, I am often shocked by the number of people that tell me "I want to retire next to a golf course", for example. - In much of southern europe and parts of Asia, I get a lot of "I want to spend more time with my grandchildren". - And then, there are all those people whose fantasies relate to shopping: "I want a sports car", "I want to inject silicon to parts of my body", "I want a flat on Trump Tower" etc And yours? What is your escapist fantasy?
March 17, 2017
Just when you need it the most, in the middle of snowstorms and glacial weather, the slender but tough Winter Jasmine, explodes with a shower of golden blossoms.
Let's take a look at this perennial garden favorite!
March 16, 2017
March 10, 2017
This time of the year, little Alpine streams get crowded with frogs emerging from hibernation. Herons, hungry from the long winter, are having a feast.
So for my "Lesson #3 in 360° video", I decided to try to film from a frog & heron perspective: the camera would glide along the stream's surface, hop from stone to stone (like a frog) & then take off to a branch (like a heron).
Here are the things I learned:
- to do this, I had to use a selfie stick
- by using a selfie stick on a 360° camera in a gliding motion, I would be, of course, visible during the entire video (but a viewer could, of course, change their perspective to avoid seeing me)
- by distancing myself from the camera, its microphone would be dominated by the sounds of the gargling stream (the Ricoh Theta S does not permit an external mike)
- this means that if I wanted narration, I would have to edit it in later, with a video editor
- when I did, however, it "broke" the 360°-ness of the video, turning it into this weird thing: https://youtu.be/P8dHKr5SRkQ
March 8, 2017
Four young girls come up with an idea to make a difference. In the middle of the street, armed with bright eyes and wide smiles, they ask the people passing by for their definition of love. One of them is shyer than the rest: she holds the bulletin board from behind, leaving only her eyes visible.
They hand me the pen and I scribble a smiley where her hidden mouth is. They laugh, the ice is broken, the quick intimacy of well-meaning strangers is the oasis where we meet.
They want me to write my definition of love on a Post-It and stick it on the board. I shift to Greek: they are young and I know they will appreciate the exoticism of a foreign tongue. I write: "Ή αγάπη είναι το παν" ("Love is all").
They are here to raise awareness on domestic violence. My admiration for them is bittersweet: at their age, I did not even know such a thing even existed. I wish them the best and walk away, a flash of friendship in a sea of strangers on a rainy afternoon.