I was looking at trees out of a bus window one of the previous days and realized how two trees growing in the shade of each other often look like one tree, but with two trunks.
Here’s a love quote (partly relevant to the earlier thought):
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
I clicked this photo because I was impressed by the light rays breaking in through the clouds (a wonderful phenomenon). So far, I’ve mostly failed at capturing details of light.
Today I felt hopeful with my photography and watched a few videos on how to improve things. The photo is quite enhanced through lightroom and I feel the sky is overdone. I don’t believe in unrealistic photo editing for myself, but I also appreciate post-processing for the artistic expression it allows. I feel divided.
Love sitting in the front seat while someone else drives along country roads in the UK. For me the UK feels like home, having lived there for 3 years growing up and visiting my family every chance I get even though it empties my pockets. But the immigration officer looks at me like I am coming to steal something. Brown skin, Canadian Passport, I shouldn’t be trusted right? As the officer finally gives me back my passport, he stresses that I am not allowed to work in the UK. He reminds me “not even in your mother’s little shop”. Yeah, right. In their fantasies, I visit frequently and stay the whole six months of visa working and living illegally in the UK and they can finally catch me. Once, an officer even refused to believe that I am a student back in Canada at University of Toronto. I offer to show my student ID, and he says “can’t trust that”. I think he only trusted his own prejudiced instincts. I think they get tired going through a whole shift without finding one interesting case, so they probably pick me out to go do background checks for 30 minutes in a back room. Not even an apology for wasting my time. That was a rant, but I had to.
Folks on the other side of the border say it’s my fault because I don’t speak up. Because I keep my zen and only ever answer in single words or short phrases to anybody.