Comfort means family.
Family and Travel.
Comfort also comes from taking photos.
Willing subjects and color.
And sharing all that through instagram, my favorite app in the world.
IG, the ultimate comforter during hard days at work.
Photos taken with my iPad2 and Nikon D90.
grateful slice: Finding comfort in the everyday and everything
How to enjoy a sunset...
I Send Two Sunsets
by Emily Dickinson
I send Two Sunsets —
Day and I — in competition ran —
I finished Two — and several Stars —
While He — was making One —
His own was ampler — but as I
Was saying to a friend —
Mine — is the more convenient
To Carry in the Hand —
Photos taken by a Nikon D90 (Boracay 2011) and a Canon Ixus (Boracay 2009).
grateful slice: enjoying sunsets
We don’t get fall over here but maybe this will do. Thanks for the suggestion, Purita Jones. Look at what welcomed us on a Friday afternoon after a challenging week and dramatic day.
Photo taken by iPad2 @ The Beacon School parking lot.
grateful slice: rainbows on a Friday afternoon
A day at the museum and then some …
from The New Yorker
THE MUSEUM OF STONES
MARCH 26, 2007
All photos taken with a Nikon D90: Baguio (bencab museum), Bugsy’s and Kinneri’s living room. 2011
grateful slice: good days and great memories
celebrating my friend’s success today (his stuff will be auctioned at Christie’s soon) by featuring his latest work (Bravo, Y!)
well, here’s more …
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands
-excerpt of #35 from “100 Selected Poems”
— E.E. Cummings
grateful slice: art, poetry, experiments and practice
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
grateful slice: the road ahead
It always get better.
“Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.”
— W.H. Auden
grateful slice: Looking up (and not tripping over stuff)
Today, I dedicate these flowery snaps to a Philippine National Artist for Literature, Maam Edith Tiempo and Kerima Polotan Tuvera, a journalist, editor, novelist and short story writer. Here’s to women who rock and write. May you rest in peace.
All that I love
I fold over once
And once again
And keep in a box
Or a slit in a hollow post
Or in my shoe.
All that I love?
Why, yes, but for the moment —
And for all time, both.
Something that folds and keeps easy,
Son’s note or Dad’s one gaudy tie,
A roto picture of a young queen,
A blue Indian shawl, even
A money bill.
It’s utter sublimation
A feat, this heart’s control
Moment to moment
To scale all love down
To a cupped hand’s size,
Till seashells are broken pieces
From God’s own bright teeth.
And life and love are real
Things you can run and
Breathless hand over
To the merest child.
– Edith L. Tiempo
grateful slice: women writers and philippine literature in English
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what was seen during a moment.
Man, these photos bring back such awesome memories. Thanks, G. For making it all possible. 🙂
Photos taken with a Nikon D90 and Canon Ixus: India, HongKong, Sagada, Manila, New York City.
grateful slice: open doors and the guessing that comes with the territory
Whoever said beach people couldn’t fall in love with the mountains is a fool because that’s not true at all. Sure, feeling the wet and warm powdery sand between my toes under an unspeakably azure sky brings peace and contentment next to none but that does not diminish the awe I’ve experienced amidst grand glaciers, cool craters and the secret-filled fields of the Mountain Province; something I’ve learned to crave year in and year out. These peak moments are made so much more when shared with people we love. I miss you to bits, sis. And to all the batches we have been accompanying to Sagada since 2006, here’s to you. Thank you for giving me a reason to go back there over and over again.
Thanks G, for meeting me in either place all the time with no fail. Your overpowering presence has more than once knocked me down on my knees. Thank you for teaching me how to live big.
THE MOUNTAIN by Emily Dickinson
The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like children round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
Photos taken by a Canon Ixus and a Nikon D90 in various places – Mt. Pinatubo, Alaska, Sagada.
grateful slice: G, my sister, Alaska, Pinatubo and Sagada — the field trip that’s become a tradition.