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.
Don’t you dream sometimes of living in a place where all you see is the beauty of nature, unhampered by tall buildings and malls in every corner? Don’t you dream sometimes of seeing a vast field of verdant greens as far as your eyes could see without worrying about pollution which is a constant in city life? Don’t you dream sometimes of being in a place where all you hear are bird songs and cows mooing in a field or maybe the sound of a rooster crowing? The latter is so regular very early in the morning that you won’t need an alarm clock to wake you up 🙂
Life in the metropolis is a bit stressful at times. You become a clock-watcher, you worry about traffic, you worry about everything there is to worry about. And when the day ends, you wonder if there is something left undone and the ritual begins as soon as your eyes open the very next day. You dream of spending a few days in a quiet place, somewhere you can recharge, somewhere you can be yourself , somewhere where life is a little laid-back. It is a blessing to take an early morning walk and let the day takes it course for a change. Ralph Waldo Emerson was right when he said: “Nature never hurries. Atom by atom, little by little she achieves her work.”
Going back – memories have their share here.
Dreaming once more
A place that made my heart sing
A place that made me happy.
I promised myself
I would just write and collect my thoughts
when I come back here once more.
I promised myself I would watch the sunrise
while sitting on my favorite bench overlooking
the vast Nasugbu mountains taking shape at dawn.
And I will go back one of these days.
Caleruega, I miss you still!
One thing I learned early in life is that of never giving up. Dreams are for those people who believe that they come true, right?
When I started blogging almost six years ago, I was in quandary on how to make it interesting and worth-reading but my main aim was just to share my journey, touch other people’s lives (quite ambitious) and helping them cope with a life-threatening ailment that I never expected to happen. I just sought for a venue where I could lighten the burden through writing, staying anonymous but letting other bloggers find it through its own merit. My first followers were fellow sojourners, seeking an end to a painful reality, wishing that the journey is not that heavy to traverse and that the long road may not be that treacherous and perilous.
Never give up.
Three little words but have a powerful message. Do you remember that beautiful book entitled Hope For The Flowers by Trina Paulus? It’s a children’s book, a fable actually and you can read it in less than an hour but the message of hope abounds. There is more to life than eating leaves and being a butterfly. The struggle to climb at the top of the heap might seem impossible but it can be done, like life itself.
Never lose hope.
I cling to that lovely image in my heart, hoping for the best always, believing in God’s words that He is there in the long journey with me, holding my hand. Dreams never end and hey, they do come true.
Welcome to my new blog. I hope that in the coming days, you would find something that makes you smile or maybe even laugh a little and say life is good.
Welcome to my new blog. It’s still a work in progress. Why is it that it seems harder now to put up a blog than before? This is my fifth blog actually and it would be a continuation of my original blog called Dreams and Escapes, come visit me there meantime that I am starting with this one.
Thank you so much.