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Thought.
I was "hired" (my second time!) to take pictures of a local restaurant, so that they could update their photos and set up a Facebook page. We agreed that they would pay me in ice-cream milkshakes and I was very happy, because taking pictures for someone else is not really my cup of tea. I'm not that good.
I got some pretty decent shots and I hope that the owners are happy too. But at first I found it difficult to take good pictures of the interior: my lens is the ordinary kit lens. And so I just took some pictures of people, just to ease my mind. It seems that I like being a paparazzi...
This is my old class-mate, K.
Viljandi
15th of April 2012
Squares and Stripes.
I saw this crazy-looking building while we were waiting at the bus stop. It had been raining the whole day, everything looked grey and muddy and I was really fed up with the rain, because I'd hoped to take some photos, but I don't like to wave around with my camera when even the air feels damp.
But after seeing this strangely colourful real estate company's building in Mustamäe, I had to take out my camera and take some quick photos of it.
I haven't really decided if I love or hate those power lines that run across the photo though.
Mustamäe, Tallinn
6th of April 2012
Shoe Paradise.
One thing that my mother and I have in common are shoes. We love shoes. She likes pretty heels, nice street shoes and a bit retro half-boots. I'm crazy about almost anything that has high heels.
This is my mum in a shoe paradise that we accidentally found on Portobello Road. It was a little and a bit smelly thrift store which was filled with "fashionable vintage" clothes (translate: clothes from your grandpa's closet) and all kinds of shoes. The shop was like a rabbit's lair: tiny corridors spreading like roads in a labyrinth and eventually leading to even tinier rooms that were literally filled with fur coats and old ball gowns.
And then - a roomful of shoes.
And then - a roomful of shoes.
You can only imagine how overjoyed she was.
Portobello Road, Notting Hill
January 2012
Grandmother.
This is was one of the first photos I took with my new camera. And it's also one of the last photos I took of my grandmother.
This morning I got a phone call. My dear grandmother had passed away.
There's so much that I'd like to say and do, but I just don't know what or how. I've never felt anything like this before.
She was an incredible person: strong-willed, strict and dignified. She wasn't afraid of hard work and it seemed that she could do almost everything. She was also a bit stubborn and very traditional, so we never truly understood each other when it came to my crazy hair colour and my love for black clothes. But she loved me, even though I wasn't exactly the greatest person in the world.
I'm sorry that during the last years you had to see me when all the bad things happened to me and when I weren't able to meet the expectations. I'm sorry that you you will never see my graduation day next year or my future children. Or how happy my life is going to be now, when I'm stable and healthy.
I'm sorry that you never made it to Home.
Good-bye, granny. I'll miss you...
My sister and grandmother.
Kuressaare
Kuressaare
8th of August 2011
The March of the Bunny-Rabbits.
This was taken on one of the last days of our trip. We were wandering around in Spitalfields, between the tall glass buildings and suddenly - bunnies! It was such a strange contrast to the tall and cold buildings and strict-looking businessmen who were eating take-away food on park benches.
I did some googling and found out that this is an art project called Spitalfield Spirit a.k.a The Rabbits by Paul Cox.
Anyway, this is my mum and her bunny army.
And yes, it seems that the two bunnies on the left are doing something naughty. Some teenagers were having fun with the rabbits before.
Spitalfields
January 2012