So as my third year of university wraps up, I decided to share some of the pictures I’ve been taking during it. Hope you enjoy them, and if you’d like to know some of the stories behind the photos, please comment below!
As some of you may know, I’m a giant nerd. Naturally, that meant I *had* to go to the Halifax Comic Con. And so I bought myself a weekend pass, and made plans to have some fun!
The following are observations from the whole weekend:
Overall, Hal-con was worth the weekend trip. I probably won’t be doing it next year, but I will definitely go back!
Also, huge shout outs to my friend from university who convinced me to go, my roommate who now lives in Halifax for getting me unlost, and one of my Banff friends who spent a lot of time with me the entire weekend.
If you guys have any questions about Hal-con, leave them below!
I never doodle, I swear! Just kidding, enjoy some of the doodles below.
I also should mention, I only doodle if I’m very bored in class, or I need something to destress me. I’ve been really enjoying the fact that I also have adult colouring books with me at university, because wow, that stuff is relaxing. Trust me, next time you have a bad day, grab a colouring book.
What do you guys doodle?
Overall, I think this is the most important thing in life, that you live it to the fullest.
Thanks for joining me on this journey for this 30 day challenge, hope you enjoyed as much as I enjoyed doing it! Big thank you to Green Dragon Artist, Arkque, Flickbox, Sableyes, Ramona Crisstea, DirtySciFiBuddha, and howtomakeguysfallinlovelondon for the follows during the challenge, welcome to the craziness! 🙂
If you guys would like another 30 Day Challenge, or for me to post more often, or any other suggestions, please leave it in the comments! I’d love any feedback on this first challenge.
From Robert Frost’s poem The Road Not Taken
I took these photos during a family vacation in Cancun, Mexico. Hope you guys enjoy them!
I stare down at the blank canvas in my hand, unflinchingly in the face the biggest challenge of my career as an apprentice pastry chef. It has taken many a long night shift and continuous practice to get to this spot in space and time where I must prove my ability as a baker. I slowly bring my icing bag down to the golden cake, poised and ready to make my glittering debut into the world of culinary arts.
As the tip presses down onto the surface, I ponder the long journey I have endured to get to my position. The unlimited rows of cakes I decorated and never seemed to achieve perfection in the details of the figures I formed. Endless nights of poring over books and videos of the legendary chefs that promised me they could teach me the secrets of the trade I longed to be master of. Moments when I sat down in the corner of the kitchen and cried after I had failed to create beauty, but instead had produced a mess.
An image starts to form under my hand now, becoming clearer with every slight movement of my wrist, showing what I am only starting to believe now. A baker is not one that creates an overall image made to impress on a pastry, but knows the intricacies of what they design. A baker must also be able to know their limitations and cry for help when they have reached them. For there is no such thing as failure, only a lesson that will make your skills grow.
A rose has formed beneath my hand unlike any other I have ever created. The pent-up air in my lungs rushes out as I smile radiantly. For beauty in life lies in the simplest of things, like a rose-topped cake in a display window.