In the second instalment of the guest blog series, photographer Alex Beadon writes a beautifully honest post about her passion for what she does. Meet Alex, this is her story.
When I started writing this guest blog post, I thought I would write about why I love photography. There were many reasons on this list. But it always came down to one thing. The main reason why I love photography is because of the way photographs make me feel. I love looking at a photograph that makes me stop and stare, that makes me feel some sort of emotion. To me, that is the definition of art. Something that creates some sort of emotion inside of you. The best thing for me to compare it to is music. In the same way that a song can change my mood, a photograph can do the same. And yes, it is just a camera and light that actually technically makes the photo, but to me there is some sort of magic that happens when it all comes together.
So after coming to this conclusion that it's all about the feeling the photo creates, I started to worry about what my photos make people feel. I worry about what my photos say. I worry about pushing myself creatively. I worry about which direction to take. I worry about creating cliches. I worry about who I am as an artist. I worry about finding my style. Even though these things worry me, and sometimes I find it hard to talk about, they excite me. They create something inside of me that I NEVER want to lose - inspiration. They inspire me to create. They inspire me to be myself. They inspire me to be different. They inspire me to do the work that I need to do to get paid - but to continue to do the work that makes my heart happy. They inspire me to push forward, to break out of my comfort zone and above all they inspire me to never give up.
I have to thank Tracy for asking me to write this guest post. It really made me stop and identify what it is that I love about photography. And because of that I feel inspired to be a bit daring and to start creating photography that speaks to me and my heart, and hopefully brings some sort of emotion or feeling to the viewer.
I grew up thinking I wasn't an artist, thinking I wasn't creative. Little did I know that everyone is an artist in their own respect. It is just up to each person to create and express themselves in the ways they see fit. So, pick up your camera, or your paint brush, or your guitar, or your dancing shoes. Create. Do something that makes your heart come alive and I promise it will be so rewarding :).
Here are some of my most recent photos, showing off a shoot I did entitled Autumn Princess:
I hope you enjoyed Alex's guest blog, if you or a photographer you know would like to guest blog on Just-In-Time, feel free to contact me.
Until the next post,
Yours backpacking in Europe.
When I started writing this guest blog post, I thought I would write about why I love photography. There were many reasons on this list. But it always came down to one thing. The main reason why I love photography is because of the way photographs make me feel. I love looking at a photograph that makes me stop and stare, that makes me feel some sort of emotion. To me, that is the definition of art. Something that creates some sort of emotion inside of you. The best thing for me to compare it to is music. In the same way that a song can change my mood, a photograph can do the same. And yes, it is just a camera and light that actually technically makes the photo, but to me there is some sort of magic that happens when it all comes together.
So after coming to this conclusion that it's all about the feeling the photo creates, I started to worry about what my photos make people feel. I worry about what my photos say. I worry about pushing myself creatively. I worry about which direction to take. I worry about creating cliches. I worry about who I am as an artist. I worry about finding my style. Even though these things worry me, and sometimes I find it hard to talk about, they excite me. They create something inside of me that I NEVER want to lose - inspiration. They inspire me to create. They inspire me to be myself. They inspire me to be different. They inspire me to do the work that I need to do to get paid - but to continue to do the work that makes my heart happy. They inspire me to push forward, to break out of my comfort zone and above all they inspire me to never give up.
I have to thank Tracy for asking me to write this guest post. It really made me stop and identify what it is that I love about photography. And because of that I feel inspired to be a bit daring and to start creating photography that speaks to me and my heart, and hopefully brings some sort of emotion or feeling to the viewer.
I grew up thinking I wasn't an artist, thinking I wasn't creative. Little did I know that everyone is an artist in their own respect. It is just up to each person to create and express themselves in the ways they see fit. So, pick up your camera, or your paint brush, or your guitar, or your dancing shoes. Create. Do something that makes your heart come alive and I promise it will be so rewarding :).
Here are some of my most recent photos, showing off a shoot I did entitled Autumn Princess:
Photographer: Alex Beadon (http://www.alexbeadonphotography.com)
Make up artist: Natasha Buchanan (natashabuchanan.co.uk)
Model: Chloe
I hope you enjoyed Alex's guest blog, if you or a photographer you know would like to guest blog on Just-In-Time, feel free to contact me.
Until the next post,
Yours backpacking in Europe.
As much as I love the early morning journey to the beautiful Nice and the overnight train to the historical Berlin, the constant travelling really takes a toll on the body and mind after a while. Since I came to France a little over a month ago, I’ve taking jetting off on 4-day trips every 3 days. My friend categorizes my travelling lifestyle as “tourism on steroids”.
Ok, point taken.
To take a rest and focus more attention on work, I decided to forego a 4-day trip to the UK for a full weekend in Paris and a day trip to Luxembourg. With nothing more than train tickets, cash, and a book, I set off for Luxembourg alone on a cool Monday morning.
The compact city centre made for a perfect day to people watched, take a long lunch, and read along the water. Sitting at a cute coffee shop at town square with my coffee and pocket novel, I felt a little European.
Ok, point taken.
To take a rest and focus more attention on work, I decided to forego a 4-day trip to the UK for a full weekend in Paris and a day trip to Luxembourg. With nothing more than train tickets, cash, and a book, I set off for Luxembourg alone on a cool Monday morning.
The compact city centre made for a perfect day to people watched, take a long lunch, and read along the water. Sitting at a cute coffee shop at town square with my coffee and pocket novel, I felt a little European.
Since I live only 10 minutes away from Versailles, it would be a shame for me to spend 4 months here and not visit the Palace of Versailles. Having walked by the outside a few times before, I finally willed myself to stand in line for an hour on a beautiful Wednesday to tour the inside of the Palace.
The place was filled with eager tourists from all around the world. I heard plenty of German, Korean, and English with British accents. After nearly a month in France, I have declared myself a permanent visitor here, which, I’d like to point out, is totally different from the average tourist. Armed with an audio guide, I managed to break free from the herd of tour groups and enjoy the Palace at my own pace.
I never paid much attention in History class and everything the teacher taught us in 9th grade went in one ear as quickly as it escaped the other. I spent hours inside there, admiring the beautiful chambres of King Louis XIV and Marie Antoinette. After half a day inside the Palace, I was dizzy with French history.
Thankfully, the Gardens provided the perfect escape to rest my head after the tour. Next time, I’m returning to the Gardens with a picnic and some fine French wine.
The place was filled with eager tourists from all around the world. I heard plenty of German, Korean, and English with British accents. After nearly a month in France, I have declared myself a permanent visitor here, which, I’d like to point out, is totally different from the average tourist. Armed with an audio guide, I managed to break free from the herd of tour groups and enjoy the Palace at my own pace.
I never paid much attention in History class and everything the teacher taught us in 9th grade went in one ear as quickly as it escaped the other. I spent hours inside there, admiring the beautiful chambres of King Louis XIV and Marie Antoinette. After half a day inside the Palace, I was dizzy with French history.
Thankfully, the Gardens provided the perfect escape to rest my head after the tour. Next time, I’m returning to the Gardens with a picnic and some fine French wine.
After a well-received post on Okotberfest and Munich, I've been eager to write about Berlin - my favorite stop on the Germany trip.
After stepping out of Berlin HBF train station, I was surprised by how North American Berlin appeared. The streets were filled with tall office buildings, large shopping malls, and street-side coffee shops that reminded me more of Starbucks than European cafés. The familiarity made me feel at home. Whereas I always felt like a stranger in Paris, in Berlin, a small part of me felt like I belonged.
Perhaps it was the brisk weather that drizzled nonstop during the two days I visited, or perhaps it was the way the city appeared under the overcast sky, but Berlin appealed to me with its rawness. If Paris romanticized life, Berlin displayed it in uncensored truths. As I walked along the remains of the Berlin Wall, each crack in the pavement and curve in the street held a story.
Berlin smoldered with history.
After stepping out of Berlin HBF train station, I was surprised by how North American Berlin appeared. The streets were filled with tall office buildings, large shopping malls, and street-side coffee shops that reminded me more of Starbucks than European cafés. The familiarity made me feel at home. Whereas I always felt like a stranger in Paris, in Berlin, a small part of me felt like I belonged.
Perhaps it was the brisk weather that drizzled nonstop during the two days I visited, or perhaps it was the way the city appeared under the overcast sky, but Berlin appealed to me with its rawness. If Paris romanticized life, Berlin displayed it in uncensored truths. As I walked along the remains of the Berlin Wall, each crack in the pavement and curve in the street held a story.
Berlin smoldered with history.
Whenever I tell somebody that I'm living in France from September to December, they ask me whether I plan to go to Oktoberfest. It didn't take me long to realize that this festival was unmissable, and if I did miss it, my friends would never let me live it down. Since I've also heard amazing things about Germany, I decided to combined Oktoberfest with sightseeing and took off for a 4 day trip to Berlin, Munich, and Frankfurt.
This Germany trip was a huge success, so much so that it'll have to be blogged in parts to avoid overloading you with all the photos. This first part brings you none other than the ever so popular Oktoberfest and some sightseeing in Munich. Oktoberfest was rowdy, festive, and lively. Words cannot describe what a great time it was, so I'll just leave you with these photos.
This Germany trip was a huge success, so much so that it'll have to be blogged in parts to avoid overloading you with all the photos. This first part brings you none other than the ever so popular Oktoberfest and some sightseeing in Munich. Oktoberfest was rowdy, festive, and lively. Words cannot describe what a great time it was, so I'll just leave you with these photos.
