each shade of blue is a shade of serenity, a shade of peace, a shade of quiet. each shade of blue is a shade sorrow, a shade of complication, a shade of strain.

nowhere else will you find all these shades of blue but within yourself.  

i find myself in the soul of the sea.  

the face of serenity

she's the face of serenity. she's the face i love. 

the face of peace

 i look at you and i feel nothing but peace.

escape from reality

 

in your arms is where i want to be when i want to escape from reality.

only but yourself

at the end of the day, there's no one to truly fall back on but yourself.  

fishes sishes

 

where will you be without the other? where will you be when you die? what do you do when you're alone? do you cry?

you're my contradiction. 

i haven't chased a sunset in such a long while. thanks to the MASTER CLIP for taking me away last saturday and for being up to the chase.

sunset # 001	sunset # 002

sunset # 003	sunset # 004

 

sunsets--the perfect time to dream, to ponder, to laugh, to smile, to cry. the perfect moment to fall in love, to get ditched, to tell a nice little secret.

sunsets--they remind me of myself, of happy moments, of GOD.

wish i can chase sunsets as i often as i want and fall in love with them each time.

 

wholly zen

partly zen

how is beauty squeezed in in such simple creations? how does GOD paint the world each day? how do you live each day with a purpose?

on black saturday, i went to the beach, not to swim but to shoot; not to swim, but to sit still; not to swim, but to lay back; not to swim, but to wonder.  

the beach is one of my favorite places on earth and this is my attempt to capture its beauty, its splendor, and what it stood for. this is my attempt to capture how that day had been--God in everywhere, alive, even if in the whole of Christendom, God is yet to rise on the next day;God in everywhere, alive, even in the smallest   of things.

one good afternoon

 
one of my favorite places in the world: the beach, the sea, and one of my favorite times of the day: late afternoon.

on the dock

 
on the dock on a late, late afternoon and the waters are starting to get rough.

looking out

 
i envy this coconut tree who gets to see the beach each and everyday. i wonder how is life like for this one handiwork of God who gets to witness each day the ebbing of the tides, the beautiful sunsets, the moods of the sea, and the lives of the rocks on the shore.

what does a crab say to it as it walks past? how does it protect oneself from the storms? how does it speak and let the world know of its presence?

musings, musings on a stone. 

going home

 
just an image that reminds me of going home.

kamusta ang huli?

fishermen out on the sea to fish on black saturday. breathe, think, watch the world go by, ruby.
 

hand over water

 
a photo taken by keith—my hand over the water. i don’t know what this image stood for but i love how this came out.

what are we here for?

to me, these talisay leaves and flowers look questioning, wondering, and probing about their existence just like the rest of us.

pairs

the table, without this bench would never be complete, and though beaten and old, the two are still living out its purpose.

shhh...

 
goals of the day: relaxation, sleep, bumming around. h’wag maingay, may natutulog.

 

against the surface

a blurry image of a beaded pendant against a dotted surface. a contrast of black, silver and off white. a play on contrasts and light.