Frequent visitors of this blog probably already know I am sucker for sunrises and sunsets. Instead of thinking about coffee, news or how I look when I wake up, I usually look at the clock to see if I can still catch the sunrise or if I already missed it. Depending on what time I wake up or in which side of the Philippines I am, I can end up with a view like this:
.. or this…
And if I am on a travel and I am with friends or offcemates, I can end up asking them to do this early in the morning:
Good morning! Jump and feel how alive you are. 🙂
This post is my entry to Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge with the theme Good Morning!
I feel bad I was not able to post for two consecutive weeks. Thankfully, I managed to squeeze some time today in my chaotic schedule. So here’s my take on this week’s challenge:
Meet my mom’s dog, Robbie! He’s an askal (asong kalye), the Filipino term for mongrel. He’s the one that came to my mind when I saw the theme because a friend once told me, “The pattern of his dog fur is so weird! Is he a dog or a tiger?” I realized yep… he indeed looks like a dog with the fur of a tiger.
Check out the entries for this week’s challenge at Daily Post.
Late post again this week. I Just came back from an short trip so I am still recovering from all the whirlwind I’ve done the past three days. Anyway, this week’s theme ‘silhouette’ requires more technicalities than usual. Here’s my share. This was taken in Bolinao, Pangasinan. Enjoy!
I have always been fascinated by big trees. They’re certainly old, witnessed more than what my young brain could imagine, and will never tell anyone’s secrets. If tress could talk, I wonder what kind of beautiful or tragic stories they would share.
I’m not feeling the theme this week. Uh ugh. I can’t think of something which I associate immediately with mine. I also try to avoid anything that is associated with “possessive” because that what I am already. In fact, my objective everyday is be less possessive, to learn the value of sharing and to be more patient when someone needs something which I think is mine–may that be an object or a living thing. In fact, in talking photographs, I try to avoid subjects which are too associated with me so that I would have lesser claim on it except for the photography alone. But anyway , since the challenge requires it, I would just share what is probably the most superficial photo I’ve taken so far:
Random pile of stuff, right? (I’m way way organized in real life, BTW.) As you can see, my stuff are either in red, pink or anything in between. At home or even in our office, red things are immediately associated with me. I literally breathe red. Hoho!
I just came from a short trip so I am posting late again this week. Anyway, for the theme of SOLITARY, I am sharing two shots of my friends. I am not sure if they noticed I took candid shots of them. I like these shots because the atmosphere of the pictures is so pensive.
Nowadays, everyday life easily translates to work for me. It does not necessarily mean that my life only revolves around work but it just that most hours of the day is devoted for working. It can be tiresome. At times, I just want to curse every process that makes my work even harder. Life is like that. There is no such thing as free lunch. However, you should not allow yourself to drown in the process. Thankfully, I have people at work who share my burden. There is nothing to celebrate about suffering together but let’s admit it: it’s easier when you see it’s not only you that needs to put your feet forward.
The instructions for this week’s theme says, “photograph your city and the streets where you grew up as they are”. Sadly, I don’t live in the place where I grew up and there’s hardly anything hardcore urban about Iriga City. There have been improvements in the city proper but as whole, I think the city has retained its laid back lifestyle. So instead of sharing a pic of the street where I grew up in, I took a picture of a place I often go to while living in Manila–Ayala.
Ayala is one of the the better urbanized places in Manila. It’s teeming with shops, fine dining places and relaxation spots. However, the reality about the urban Manila is much much crueler outside the boundaries of this area. It’s noisier, more disorganized and dirtier. Ayala, in fact, is a slap of reality. But here I am frequenting the area when in fact I feel suffocated every time I would walk in its streets. Oh what an irony.
And no. I didn’t make these beautiful babies. I just took pictures of them at the Sofitel Lounge while waiting for our office car on an awesome night last week. It was the Philippine National Health Research System Week celebration. After a whole day of listening to presentations of would-be and already great scientists, I had the chance to witness the performance of the country’s national dance group, Bayanihan. I must say… it was nothing but astounding. I was so overwhelmed by what I saw which led me to post this Einstein quote in my FB account: “The arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man’s life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom.”
I concluded the post with this remark, “I agree. I was able to prove this again today. Thank you Lord for reminding me why science is my first love and why every form of art is beautiful. =)”
So where does this picture come in? Culinary, I believe, is a product of science and art. Behind the beauty and form of this masterpiece was the careful and calculated moves of an expert hand. We will never have this art without the science behind it. Likewise, what’s the point of the all the science behind if the end product is not a work of art?
At first look, nothing seems to be wrong with this picture but if you look closely there are a lot of problems. This is the perfect example of a panoramic shot gone wrong. Mismatched shoreline. Multiplying people. There were only seven of us in this trip and I was the one who took this so how come there’s eight people in the picture? Haha! 🙂
Growth. Who would ever thought a tomboyish and awkward girl like me would grow up to like laces, platform shoes and red nails? Such irony but the answer is simple: I grew up. But growth has so many aspects. It could be mentally, physically or emotionally. Physically, it’s obvious that I grew up. Hell. I even grew up so much more than I prayed for. Mentally and emotionally?Maybe yes. Maybe no. At 23, I can definitely saw I know a lot more than what I know when I was 12. But does that make me more mature? At 12, I was so sure of myself. The world was a lot simpler. I don’t have to think of what to eat and how to earn a living. At 23, I am insecure more than ever. I feel that a simple mistake could topple my well-protected confidence. I wake up everyday thinking when will I finally settle on what I want to do with my life. Funny. It seems I have grown backwards or maybe that’s how it really is as one grows older. We become less idealistic when we start to experience reality. Oh. The irony of growing up.