I miss writing. So I promise to do it soon. And more frequently. Photography, it seems, has seized all of my attention the past few months and I can’t seem to unlock my gaze at the world; this life I constantly crave to document one snap at a time because it’s the fastest way to express my love and gratitude. Love for a life peppered with extraordinary moments. Gratitude for each and every breath and step I take. I am extremely blessed and photography has allowed me to say thank you often and quickly.
But I know I can do both. Write and shoot and continue to tell my truth bit by bit. So, that’s the plan. 🙂
In the meantime, here are some recent snaps of my looking/passing/peering/gazing through something. Tell me what you see…thanks for passing by.
by Mary Oliver
Understand, I am always trying to figure out what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape –
and so, last week, when I found on the beach the ear bone of a pilot whale that may have died
hundreds of years ago, I thought maybe I was close to discovering something – for the ear bone
is the portion that lasts longest in any of us, man or whale; shaped like a squat spoon with a pink scoop where
once, in the lively swimmer’s head, it joined its two sisters in the house of hearing, it was only
two inches long – and thought: the soul might be like this – so hard, so necessary
yet almost nothing. Beside me the gray sea was opening and shutting its wave-doors,
unfolding over and over its time-ridiculing roar; I looked but I couldn’t see anything through its dark-knit glare;
yet don’t we all know, the golden sand is there at the bottom, though our eyes have never seen it, nor can our hands ever catch it
lest we would sift it down into fractions, and facts – certainties – and what the soul is, also
I believe I will never quite know. Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing,
but looking, and touching, and loving, which is the way I walked on, softly, through the pale-pink morning light.
(from Why I Wake Early, 2004)
Photos taken by my Nikon D90 or my iPhone4. Snaps taken in Tagaytay and Batangas.
grateful slice: appreciating the obvious and seeing what’s beyond
“Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.”
– Ray Bradbury
Most memorable moments are unusual. Here are some recent snaps of moments truly unforgettable. I haven’t written in a while but that doesn’t mean nothing much has been happening. On the contrary …
Time is flying at light speed and sometimes, I feel like I can’ t keep up.
So, thanks G, for the gadgets that allow us to document, remember, share and tell our stories.
grateful slice: being back on the grid and nature’s gold
It’s hard to think about the concept of going down without juxtaposing it with the idea of going up. I don’t think it’s possible. Looking at someone going down a flight of stairs, means the seer is on his or her way up. Climbing a million and one steps to get to a specific place, makes me think about the million and one steps I would need to walk down again to get back to where I started. Then there’s the idea of being in the mountains for a week. When I think of the mountains, (and I do love the mountains), I also can’t help but think of the sea. And how I need to be near it very soon.
I know. A little weird, right? It must be the exhaustion.
Sea Fever by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
All photos were taken in Sagada with my iPhone4. Filters used from Instagram.
grateful slice: the Mountain Province, the ocean and Photography
Here’s to launching 2012 with a bang. Some NYE fireworks snaps (Not our own. Hahaha. We just squatted in the village park). Thanks for the tips, bro.
Shots taken with a Nikon D90.
grateful slice: starting the year with a whole lot of love and hope
I’ve been silent for a reason; a good one, I promise. Soon will come soon enough. You just need to be patient.
grateful slice: poetry and photography
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
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
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