Category: Weekly Photo Challenge

Weekly Photo Challenge: Breakfast (catch up)

Two weeks ago, I got to eat this wonderful meal here, with my good friend, C.  In a line, the future is so bright, I have to wear shades.

Oh, what a beautiful morning

Let's eat to that

Thanks, G. For all the opportunities. Good friends who welcome us into their homes (with hardly a notice).

C's breakfast view

And this, a view of a booming city and many more breakfasts of champions.

grateful slice:  good friends and the future

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows

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i go to this window

just as day dissolves
when it is twilight(and
looking up in fear

i see the new moon
thinner than a hair)

making me feel
how myself has been coarse and dull
compared with you, silently who are
and cling
to my mind always

But now she sharpens and becomes crisper
until i smile with knowing
-and all about
herself

the sprouting largest final air

plunges
inward with hurled
downward thousands of enormous dreams
by ee cummings

grateful slice:  No school Mondays

Weekly Photo Challenge: Opportunities

Show up. Pay attention. Do your absolute best and surely, they will come knocking.

I have favorites though.


Traveling (@ the Brisbane Airport)

The classroom @ The Beacon School

Asking the hard Questions during Meetings that matter (Prince Alfred College, Adelaide)

The accidental click of the camera (Rundle Mall, Adelaide)

Oprah says that there is no such thing as luck;

only preparation meeting the moment  of opportunity.

I think she is on to something.

grateful slice:  surrendering and opportunities

Weekly Photo Challenge: Comfort

Comfort means family.

 Travel.

Family and Travel.

The Guinto Grandchildren: Sabine, Basti and Mateo in HK Disneyland

Comfort also comes from taking photos.

Willing subjects and color.

Beautiful people.

Happy Feet.

And sharing all that through instagram, my favorite app in the world.

IG, the ultimate comforter during hard days at work.

Thank you.

I heart instagram

Photos taken with my iPad2 and Nikon D90.

 

grateful slice:  Finding comfort in the everyday and everything

Weekly Photo Challenge: Sunset

How to enjoy a sunset...

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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

Weekly Photo Challenge: Fall

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.

Rainbow Brightness

Photo taken by iPad2 @ The Beacon School parking lot.

grateful slice:  rainbows on a Friday afternoon

Weekly Photo Challenge: Faces

A day at the museum and then some …

Hero with a Thousand Faces

Reflection

Profile

Transparent

Different Faces of Sabel

Flattering

Framed

Good things come in threes

Pinoy Music Video

from The New Yorker

THE MUSEUM OF STONES

by 

MARCH 26, 2007

This is your museum of stones, assembled in matchbox and tin,
collected from roadside, culvert, and viaduct,
battlefield, threshing floor, basilica, abattoir,
stones loosened by tanks in the streets
of a city whose earliest map was drawn in ink on linen,
schoolyard stones in the hand of a corpse,
pebble from Apollinaire’s oui,
stone of the mind within us
carried from one silence to another,
stone of cromlech and cairn, schist and shale, hornblende,
agate, marble, millstones, and ruins of choirs and shipyards,
chalk, marl, and mudstone from temples and tombs,
stone from the silvery grass near the scaffold,
stone from the tunnel lined with bones,
lava of the city’s entombment,
chipped from lighthouse, cell wall, scriptorium,
paving stones from the hands of those who rose against the army,
stones where the bells had fallen, where the bridges were blown,
those that had flown through windows and weighted petitions,
feldspar, rose quartz, slate, blueschist, gneiss, and chert,
fragments of an abbey at dusk, sandstone toe
of a Buddha mortared at Bamiyan,
stone from the hill of three crosses and a crypt,
from a chimney where storks cried like human children,
stones newly fallen from stars, a stillness of stones, a heart,
altar and boundary stone, marker and vessel, first cast, lode, and hail,
bridge stones and others to pave and shut up with,
stone apple, stone basil, beech, berry, stone brake,
stone bramble, stone fern, lichen, liverwort, pippin, and root,
concretion of the body, as blind as cold as deaf,
all earth a quarry, all life a labor, stone-faced, stone-drunk
with hope that this assemblage, taken together, would become
a shrine or holy place, an ossuary, immovable and sacred,
like the stone that marked the path of the sun as it entered the human dawn.
Read more http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2007/03/26/070326po_poem_forche#ixzz1YPSHSeAl

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