I hate to burst your bubble. Today is the last day of Christmas. It’s time to put all those decorations away, The manger of tiny figurines of the three wise men, Mary, Joseph, and Jesus All go in the box. … Continue reading
Just chillaxing with my children.
Life is grand.
The year 2019 sounds so futuristic remembering a 1996 visit of Thailand. I feel nostalgic tonight. Photography then was archaic when we have to use a real camera, a film and the negatives processed. I could never tell whether the photos … Continue reading
Photography is life through a filter. They say what you see is what you get. Is that true? The central exercise and experience of using photography are to capture the images more for my benefit, mental wealth, interest, an extension of … Continue reading
How do I describe Dali? One word. Intriguing. A bronze sculpture of Dali sitting on his famous lobster phone and melting clock. The melting clock means it is losing its power in the passing of time of the dream world. … Continue reading
Recently, we were battered by a storm of heavy rain and strong wind. Thank goodness, it wasn’t as bad as we had last year. Electricity and telephone lines remain intact including the tall grasses still standing. Life maybe stormy, this … Continue reading
Time is running out when we only have five days more before Christmas HURRY up should you have not crossed off all the things to do before the event Time is running out with an unclaimed million-dollar lottery ticket … Continue reading
This past Sunday was the first day of advent, the first day of the liturgical year in Christian tradition for the new year. Our church is decorated with Christmas wreath with five candles representing one candle per week that we … Continue reading
Rain or shine, its ice cream time. There is no letting up on today’s weather forecast that is causing concern for us with a bit stormy for the commuter’s taste especially when we are the recipient of a splash of … Continue reading
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Leafing through the magazines at a clinic’s waiting room, this photo haunted me. Finally, I found it here at the gallery of Allard Prize for International Integrity. The lines on the cracked earth reminded me of drought season in the Philippines when … Continue reading
It may be zero visibility on the ground but it’s sunny above the fog. The fog holds it’s mystery all through the night. Some thinks that its ghostly scary state something lurks and jumps out of the fog. I imagine that … Continue reading
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Set back scale 10 pounds after having Turkey dinner.
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Structure is very important to have a good presentation especially if you are vendor in Denmark’s seafood market. It’s important to group the items accordingly: Fishes together. Shellfish together. Lobsters together. Doctors separately. Lobsters will definitely change the structure of … Continue reading
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On this site in 1897 Nothing Happened Corner of Broadway and Cambie
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Somewhere in Vancouver, atop V.G.H. Thrift Store, a graffiti of someone fishing for ❤️. Well, at least it caught my attention.
Looking at this Egyptian girl, suddenly I realized how ordinary my life is.
Today, someone sent me this note: “Think happy thoughts and good things will happen.”
It came at a time when the world around me is crumbling down. I am fine but not the people who I care about. I wish I can share the value of thinking positively that nothing is over until the fat lady sings.
It does take a lot of imagination to think happy thoughts. In order for me to see it vividly in my mind, there are several wallpaper on my computer to ignite and to tickle my funny brain.
I can still remember the lady who took this photo. She has a very warm heart in doing volunteer work for SPCA.
The color of the hummingbird is effervescent and glitters as I hurriedly took a shot of it before it flew away.
And I am throwing this in to make everyone smile.
“Vivid is limited only by your imagination.”
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Vivid.”
So, what’s wrong with this picture?
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“Intricate.” lifestyle? Got too much stuff? No worries. Donate! Intricate no more.
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Spring brings fresh promises. The first day of spring marks the arrival of greenhouse vegetables and last year Vancouver celebrated it with a party at the heart of the city that I did not miss. The fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, lettuce and more greens … Continue reading
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The symmetry of the peacock’s tail has been studied, researched and calculated by mathematicians, photographers, doctors, artist and many find it fascinating with its perfect beauty. I am unsure what’s the point of measuring the tail and feathers of the peacock. They are missing out … Continue reading
Rain. Never ending rain.
The Drop pays homage to the element of water and the untamable forces of nature which are omnipresent in Vancouver.
Omnipresent? More like “ever-present”.
I’m longing for winter. You know, the snow flakes.
Give me a Y
Give me an H
Give me an A
Give me an S
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!
The colour of her skin is not yellow. This is my colleague and an activist that deals on issues about races.
Seeing her this morning sitting beside a yellow rose bush still blooming in winter made me smile. Last night when she walked into our Christmas party, she immediately sat down and I can’t peel her off the chair to socialize until I left the party.
Too funny to see her again sitting down. Her job as a law enforcer being on her feet most days is just gruesome. But, she always has this smile on her face.
Doesn’t she look good in her yellow uniform?
Look up north, look down south
Look west and look east
The street is lined with colour
The City of Vancouver created a permanent rainbow-coloured crosswalk in Davie Street village to cover all angles in celebrating city’s gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered and queer communities. This area is LGBTQ friendly.
How would you like to wake up with cold feet on your face such as a pet frog instead of your average pet of cat and dog?
“My daughter and her pet tree frog, “sticky fingers”, having some fun!”
This is one of the 14 photos selected for Not Your Average Pet National Geographic Your Shot assignment.
Wendy also won an International Photography Contest in 2008. What makes her win is she can bring creativity and uniqueness to something quite ordinary according to the managing editor of NatGeo.
Think like a child. Chasing bubbles is more fun that having all the toys in the world.
Think like a dog. A red ball is his priceless possession. Don’t even take that ball away from him if you know what’s good for you. Hands off!
Share your love of reading with your neighbourhood. Have an outdoor library. Recycle your books.This will give you more space at home. You’ll get to know the people in your area. It’s more enjoyable to know them and chin wag not just about books. You’ll never know this might be the beginning of a lasting friendship.
These are some basics steps of being a minimalist.
I know, you are just dying to read what I am about to share with you this weekend.
On a pilgrimage, we learnt the rise and fall of empires, religions and people. One particular site that we visited was the graveyard of Lazarus. He descended into the dead. His burial site is way deep down in a Muslim section. The Muslim’s rise in power took over many areas where Christianity thrived. The joke was, as we ascend, we are called the “rising of Lazarus.”
It’s a tiring journey. The minute we hit the bus, we are just dead to the world, visiting the dream land.
To go down further into the Dead Sea, it’s a long descent below sea level according to this demarcation line.
This is a brief history of pilgrimage to Holy Land.
In current time and in the spirit of Halloween, here’s a macabre version of today’s challenge. The Descent of Ebola.
Please do not panic.
Keep Calm and Keep on Blogging.
How many people did you send rainbow colours and refracted your own light back to you?
Nightime is when the real action starts wrote Ben Huberman. He’s right but not the night when it was a snowing heavily and I was the only person walking the street.
When it snows, ain’t it thrillin’?
Tho’ your nose, gets a chillin’
We’ll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,
Walkin’ in a Winter Wonderland.
A post dedicated to a person who cannot wait for snow. I promised Joanne of Mum how much longer that I will send her a snow flake in the mail.
Coming from a big family, in part, I would think that I can get away from people during a pilgrimage. Wrong. What I experience is a sea of humanity. We all have this desire to belong and to connect.
After pouring our heart and soul to our devotion, we also have something in common that is totally different. Guess what? SHOPPING!
and this is my family, in part.
After all of these events, I spend a great deal of “me” time.
Labour day may have arrived, some children are back to school and it may have rained just for one day on the first day of school, it is still summer. As soon as the rain is over, we need an umbrella to protect ourselves from the sun. We just don’t want to ruin our milky skin tone complexion. Using an umbrella is one the best way to prevent skin cancer.
Oh, the adventures of summer is never-ending. Having tea party and enjoying the cool drink under the canopy of red grapes is a delightful way to pass the warm humid days. Women talking about the latest fashion, men discussing how to solve the world’s program and the children running around the gazebo chasing each other.
As for the children, they need cooling, too. The water park is their favorite spot to get wet, wild and weary. They could never run out of ideas and imagination playing with their much-loved toys the dinosaurs.
Summer will continue until September 21. With the blue skies and no clouds on sight, who needs the weatherman? The garden will keep on blooming, the apple tree is thick with little green apple fruit, the figs and plums are in abundance, laundry will still hang outside to dry. I will carry on with my walks down the lake to enjoy the people canoeing, dragonflies hovering around, turtles sunbathing, bees feasting on the fuchsia flowers and enjoy the farmers market.
When I see the fat lady sings at farmers market, then I can say, Thanksgiving Day is just around the corner.
When it comes to promoting Dialogue, I keep my eyes on art and media.
Working previously in an advertising agency, it opened my vista to the wonderful world of communication with very few words using art. Words for me can get in the way. I choose my words. The softer the word the better. Simple words preferably. It’s interesting to learn new words every. I subscribe to a word a day and learn new vocabulary. But for what purpose? The word is only useful for me if it’s life-giving and to bring awareness.
Shhh…. look, just look and listen to what I am showing you. What thoughts and emotion are starting to form in you?
Can you hear? Can you hear your own thoughts? Your own prejudice?
When you speak, what language do you use? What I mean by language is not the word. It’s more than words. Do you say the truth, do speak love, do you resonate kindness?
Do you see what I mean? It starts with yourself, family, friends and to the outside world. If you keeps your eyes wide shut, what is the point of having a vision?
It happened, still happening. Not just at school, not just in Canada, it`s everywhere, it starts in you. This is not to scare you. This is to learn from the power of media.
In the beginning of a concert, on the stage, all we see is an outline.
The Mystery of Silhouette
It’s open to interpretation
It makes me wonder
Lights, Camera, Action!
Philippines Historama Dance Troupe
Spirit Alive Choir Group
This must be one of my favourite photos of the children.
It was a fun-filed-beach day for the whole family. As the sun starts setting, the effect of taking a photo created a silhouette effect. Being an amateur photographer, it’s always fun to see the outcome of photo.
I think this is not bad at all.
Live, Laugh, Love to the fullest!
‘Worms have played a more important part in the history of the world than most persons would at first suppose.” Charles Darwin
Have you ever felt the texture of the best friend of a gardener? I DARE YOU!
To uncover how they play this role Darwin threw himself at his worm studies with as much childlike enthusiasm as he could muster; he was, until the day he died, eager to learn and full of ideas to help him do so. He set about a series of experiments to test the senses of worms; he had his children play instruments to them, his wife (who was trained by Chopin) played the piano to an audience of worms, a light was shone on them, and they were vibrated, blown on and tickled. His conclusions:
‘Worms do not possess any sense of hearing. They took not the least notice of the shrill notes from a metal whistle, which was repeatedly sounded near them: nor did they of the deepest and loudest tones of a bassoon. They were indifferent to shouts if care was taken that breath did not strike them. When placed on a table close to the keys of a piano, which was played as loudly as possible, they remained perfectly quiet.’
Source: Charles Darwin and Evolution
Markus: “It says no guns, Mama!”
Me: “It’s ok, I’m not allowed to smoke in there either.
Let’s go somewhere else.
Taken at City of Pendleton.
Photo credit to my niece and her son.
A wall full of containers called urns. They contain the remains of dearly departed in a form of ashes and maybe a few fragments of bones. For some, they are relics.
There is one container that I treasure in a form of box, 2 x 3 x 2. A very small box given to me by a friend. I don’t think my relics will fit into this.
What I keep in the box are small memories of pilgrimages. The first thing that went in the box is my left toe nail that I lost during my first pilgrim process following the footsteps of St. Francis of Assisi.
Relics are mementos. It could be a piece of rock or objects of personal nature that was left behind. There are plenty of these souvenirs at work.
A brick from the demolished old building and replaced with a more elegant structure.
A century old brick used on roads.
What I enjoyed looking at is the old school chair and a rock because they are a work of art. These are relics converted to art.
The artist stands beside these artifacts and I work with her.
I know how to let my soul out of the business it’s tied up in. I hear my blood singing and boiling, I’m light-headed. And this matter which is my own somewhere on the border of slow disturbance recombines in a chain of primary links.
There in the unbiased ether our essences balance against star weights hurled at the now just trembling scales. The ecstasy of life
lives at this edge – the body’s memory of its immutable homeland.
– Osip Mandelstam translated by Barbara Einzig from “Collected Works” by Osip Mandelstam ed. Struve and Filipoff (Washington D.C.: Interlanguage Associates, 1967) via Parabola
Photo Credit: Stephane Couture ~ Published at National Geographic Daily Dozen on December 19, 2013
“I love to see people standing on the side of the ocean at sunset witnessing this unique moment. We don’t really know if they are day dreaming or just simply enjoying the mesmerizing colors. I was one of them when this veiled lady passed in front of my lens dancing to the sound of the waves with her veil moving to the tempo of the wind. I feel very fortunate to have captured this moment when everything falls into place at the perfect time.”
Started with a smile 🙂
Photograph by Rita Thompson. Thank you.
I could post photos of nature, scenery or travels but somehow I just don`t feel like digging into folders upon folders of photos.
This photo is still fresh and I feel so lucky about a purchase of brand new pair of jeans yesterday. Look at the contrast on prices from $50 to $5, a savings of $45.
I wear glasses in all styles and colours. In order for me to find what what style of frames suit my face, I have to know the shape of my face. Trying the frames first to find the contrast on my face is the deciding factor.
What shape is your face and what style of frame do you use?
I know that in many things I am not like others, but I do not know what I really am like.
Man cannot compare himself with any other creature; he is not a monkey, not a cow, not a tree. I am a man. But what is it to be that?
Like every other being, I am a splinter of the infinite deity, but I cannot contrast myself with any animal, any plant or any stone.
Only a mythical being has a range greater than man’s. How then can man form any definite opinions about himself? ~ Carl Gustav Jung
Last day of work for 10-month employees working at the school. Summer break begins. But, this is a big BUT, should the teachers’ strike continues for the summer, I will be still be unemployed. I work 12-months at the head office. Needless to say, I have to respect the picket line and will not cross it.
I will be joining Abby panhandling instead.
Passers by are just begging to touch Abby. I’m pretty sure, it’s a lucrative job since no one can resist touching this soft little fur ball for a buck.
Bonus: tax free !
Morning walk to the train station is a beginning of my workday. One can only be filled with awe seeing a painted sky and feel the gratitude of a new day. I face the east only to see the sun starting to rise, welcomes and greets me: Good Morning.
Spirit who comes out of the East, come to me with the power of the East, the light of the rising sun. Let there be light on the path I walk. Let me remember always that you give the gift of a new day and let me never be burdened with sorrow by not starting over.
As I step out of the office is a beginning of an evening; a beautiful horizon at the west as the sun starts to descend, bids adieu and so long: Good Night.
Great Life Giving Spirit, I face the West, the direction of sundown. Let me remember every day that the moment will come when my sun will go down. Never let me forget that I must fade into you. Give me beautiful color; give me a great sky for setting so that when it is time to meet you, I come with glory.
In between this time is laden with new beginnings. One has to be in tune with the surroundings, pay attention and most importantly keep my ears opened to any whisperings: the rustling of the winds, the cry of the gulls or the high-pitch sound. When I hear that sound, I have to stop and be still. I know that sound. It is somewhat surprising to listen to it in the busy city just outside where I work. Mind you, this is a residential area where garden abounds.
Finally, I see it. Hummingbird! Seeing this precious little thing is a beginning of an exciting afternoon break that I must tell any passersby who are willing to listen to me. They, too, became excited. And in the end, they are thankful to experience the sight and sound of a hummingbird.
It doesn’t end here.
Another sighting of another hummer that is doing its mating call and dance happened. Have you ever seen how it courts a female hummer? The male sounds off the most incredible ear-piercing soft sound, will sky-rocket way up high and dives down. It does this maneuver over and over. What an accelerating experience.
I was looking like a fool until someone joined me in this marvelous dance of life. Soon, it will be a beginning of a baby hummer. Hopefully.