A trip to the garden is always the best breather for me. Yes, communing with nature so to speak. Must be the reason why my thesis back in college centered on regionalism and nature’s role in our lives. Here are macro shots of some of Mom’s beloved plants back in our hometown. 🙂
Ginger Plant
Cone-Like
Fernish
Wriggling Flowers
Rose Bud
Blue Bells
Cattleya
Bangkok Calachuci
Vine
Lilies
Malaysian Mums
Vanda
Naguilian, La Union, Philippines (May 27, 2013)
If only the stars shone the brightest when I met you,
Then I can tell that they’ve aligned for me and you.
If only the skies were as clear and as vast,
Then I could have rejoiced gladly and at last.
But things suddenly changed,
Perspectives here and there were exchanged.
I didn’t realize too as days dragged on,
All the multitudes of emotions I have to ride on.
I could care less if the moments were never the sweetest,
Nor were they precious moments to attest.
But feelings I care not but for what I have learned,
I sure am glad how the cards have turned.
Yes, I did cry.
For yes, I did try.
Funny, how ironic life can be.
A happy ending is not usually what you see.
But should I always be the cynic that I always am?
With a fear to go through yet another sham?
But I hoped for gray skies to clear,
Moments I know I always will hold dear.
So when skies start to become blue,
Believe, for always, they are true.
For though I may have lost you,
Space tells me I will find you.
(Written by: Christine Lailani G. Ginete)
Combined two mediums: oil pastel and colored pencils. My first time to try oil pastel. Enjoying it so far. 🙂
I stared at this photo I took in my home town in Bicol a few months back. It is a mushroom. That, I can tell. For sure you can tell. 😉
It is soft and pure. A haven. A refuge for those tiny creatures crawling on the ground.
I imagined myself to be that creature. I sought shelter in that white spot.
I thought about home. After 11 years, this year is the second time I wasn’t able to go home at this time of the month.
I miss home. I miss my family. I miss the salty, summer breeze, the twigs, the flowers, the ants – every single thing around me when I am there.
But that mushroom signifies my other home too – a pure and spot-free life like what Jesus had.
This mushroom reminded me everything I ought to be – pure and simple, amidst the grayness and rusticity around me.
And another thing too – to be mushy. Thus, this emotional article. 😀
If your imagination is running high, you would agree with me if this looks like a flower to you – the inside of the top core cover of a coconut fruit attached to a stalk. A flower that will not wilt. 🙂
Here are some photos from my collection. These photos were taken starting year 2010 when I have decided to try photography as another hobby. It turned out that I am having quite a lot of fun with this new hobby of mine. 😉
I have been taking photos of basically anything that I see since then. Yes, there is something new to learn out there everyday, indeed. 🙂
“Dusk By The Sea”
“Santal”
“Little Bud”
“Wilt”
“Hydrangea”
“Ivy”
“Coral 3”
“Coral 2”
“Coral”
“Little Tube”
“Jar”
“Shade”
“Door Handle”
“Chain”
“Globe”
“Baluster”
“Shells”
“Cone”
“Weave”
“Vase”
“Chair”
“Ratan Lampshade”
“Russian Dolls”
“Sticks”
“Twigs”
“Ratan”
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