I have always been fascinated by the different colors of greens in our small garden. I sometimes make it a point to take some shot of them when they are at their best. It’s been a while though since I took photos, my camera is not working well. I rely on my camera phone and tab for quick shots. Here are some foliage shots I took over the years.
Every tip is colored orange when the leaf is young. I so love this. You can shape Eugenia anything you want.
San Francisco comes in a variety of colors and shapes. They are easy to propagate shrubs but you need to trim them so they won’t grow too tall.
I have this for quite sometime and I am still waiting for it to produce those lovely fruits to no avail.
I forgot the name of this water plant. It grows as vine and so easy to propagate. You can even use it inside for vases.
This belongs to the family of those Taro plants you commonly see in gardens.
One of the best places we visited in our road trips is Regina RICA in Tanay, Rizal. It is a place of prayer and worship and that 71-foot tall image of Mama Mary is one sure attraction of the place.
I love going on road trips. One learns a lot of things when one visits religious sites like this. Aside from the peace and quiet that it brings, it makes you think of your Maker and the wonderful life you have. Life is precious and it is more felt in those places where the lush green of the countryside abounds.
It’s been a while since I last posted something here. Been updating my main blog though Dreams and Escapes regularly now. You can see it at the right corner of this blog.
I’ve been busy for a while and just forgot to update this site. Hopefully, by the time I am done with my free limit at Dreams and Escapes, I would be able to update this blog regularly. Here is something that I’ve tried experimenting with yellow and white chrysanthemums on a plate of glass emerged in water. It’s not your usual flower arrangement but they last longer.
Flowers are the nicest things to see aside from my small garden. I usually buy a bunch when we go to the wet market. It is cheaper that way.
Do you grow flowering plants too? What do you have in your garden?
Sometimes I do get to places just when God’s ready to have somebody click the shutter. ~Ansel Adams
Can a camera truly capture a moment in time? I just could not resist WordPress’ topic for today because I love photography. I maybe an amateur in the field but one does not need to be that good behind a camera if you have a nice subject to freeze forever. You need a good eye though in capturing the essence of something as simple as a leaf or a bloom. In fact, I have another blog here which I called Colors, a collection of my earlier shots in various places on different subjects. I love to dabble in macro photography. There is something so wonderful about capturing minute details of a flower (my favorite subject) and seeing it as one perfect bloom, unblemished by the elements of nature.
And didn’t I say that it is an ongoing love affair for me? A few clicks here and there, knowing that in a spur of the moment, some scenes may change and you wish you had captured those cotton candy clouds or if you are lucky, a bird in solo flight. And what you have caught on film becomes a memory to treasure. Have you ever had that feeling of oneness with the whole world while looking at some photographs you took a few years back? Do you remember how the moment was? Sometimes, it makes you smile. Yes, a camera can capture a moment in time.
If you are reading this, you can also visit my Colors blog, just click the above link I posted here. Thanks.
“Happiness, not in another place but this place…not for another hour, but this hour.” ~Walt Whitman
He walks –
And his feet lead to the green door
He sees familiar sites
The rose arbor, the trellis he made before
He knocks –
And waits patiently
He asks himself
When did I come here last?
He feels that sudden knot of fear
Regrets come late
Remorse is an even bitter pill to swallow
Am I late, he asks?
The door opens
And he sees a stranger.
I am…..he says
Come in, the stranger answers.
The decor has changed
And the pictures are gone
Is this…..he could not go on
She died a year ago.
The stranger says.
She could have waited.
If you said you were coming back.
She could have told you.
She has never forgotten.
A decade –
Days and months of waiting
Even a loving heart
Sometimes feel tired
Even a happy soul
And love, long after it’s neglected
Dies a natural death too.
He retraces his steps
A solitary man
I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. It has
given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful. Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me – I am happy.
~Hamlin Garland, McClure’s, February 1899