On seeing timekeepers

Timekeepers. April 21, 2015.

The local department store has a clock display that always interested me. 

They put up these clocks on the sliding panels so you could appreciate many designs and not take up so much space. (Now this is nothing new, as specialty stores like Gourdo’s have these too for their scrapbook materials.) 

These clocks cost a little bit more than the average wallclock, and for good reason. They were not your run-of-the-mill wall clock designs. This as just a section of the wall that I rearranged for my picture. Some were gaudy, and some were sophisticated, some were utilitarian.

My fascination for all things colorful (and quirky) had me discreetly snapping away. My mother was at the side browsing, but she was a bit worried that I would be called out for taking pictures in a public place. The sales personnel of the Lee Super Plaza did not mind. (And that warrants free advertising from me, folks. :-))

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Time is such a lovely thing, although it is something I take for granted more times than I can care to count. It is a graceful, malleable thing, until of course one squanders it in the pursuit of things that are unworthy. Then it becomes hard and rigid and frightful. There is no taking it back and there are only tears and regret.  Relationships are ruined, and prospects are left in the dust. 

It is terrifying, actually. These little lapses are mistakes that cannot be undone. 

So now, as much as possible, I do not let those precious minutes fall through the sieve on worthless pursuits. Or at least, I try very hard. 

Why I take pictures

On the See-saw. Dumaguete City. April 19, 2015.

I love Street Photography.

I love that the streets are teeming with stories, that, with just the right amount of bravery, you can pen a tale on them. 🙂

My sling bag contains a Sony RX-100 MII,  small black powerful little beauty that takes really good pictures in both low and good light. It’s a dream. I like the panel that flips so you can take your pictures ate difficult angles and still gauge the framing and see if you’re doing it right.

To honest, I find the experience of taking pictures with it exhilirating, as I feel like Vivian Maier with her medium format camera, documenting stories of life. Life is art, and the street offers life in its most vulnerable, ephemeral form.

After mass, I wandered around the playground while waiting for my father to bring the car around. It was high noon, and I was amused because despite the heat, there were still many children playing. Some were in the shade, but some, like these two girls, were out in the sun.

What draw my eye to them was my memory of being a small child who also played on them. I always loved the “up” side of the see-saw, and liked the height. However, I also remembered that it was hard to come back down when you’re up there…and a bigger kid weighed his side down so you couldn’t get back up.

It’s like a heady life experience, once you’re “up there” and happy, you’ll also need to think about the “downs”…or, at least trust someone (who may or may not be a bigger mean kid) to keep you safe and let you down easy when it is time.

And that is what I mean about being “brave” when taking these pictures. Sometimes, the things I take pictures of makes me reflect on my own life lessons.

And there is liberty in that.

20 Reasons The Great Gatsby Is The Best Novel Ever

i am wont to agree…

101 Books

You guys know I love The Great Gatsby. It’s my favorite novel, and it currently sits #1 out of the 76 novels I’ve read during this project so far.

But I haven’t talked about the novel in a really long time, like two weeks maybe. So I thought I’d break down why Gatsby is so awesome in a fun Friday listicle.

Let’s go! So why is The Great Gatsby the greatest novel ever?

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