I could have expanded the view and the angle but I’ll miss these adorable little birds.
About two or three cats that we had in our house looked like these when they were still tiny and cute. The first one was Dagul, the second Baldo, and the third and the youngest is Kuting. The first two were already dead. They were housecats, not of a particular breed. I remember that Dagul was an alpha male, and Baldo a handsome cat with soft features that you will mistake him for a feline. Kuting looks like a stray cat now and does not want to stay at home. He only goes home when he’s hungry.
I’m a little bit late for this challenge but I am still participating.
I am sharing with you a few headshots. This time, of my favorite people.
Bob Marley said, “When you riding through the ruts, don’t complicate your mind…”
Bad things happen, or in slanguage street talk, “Shit happens.” Depending on the weight, one can possibly give in. Some others turn to doing things beyond comprehension to which others connote as a coping mechanism. It’s hard to judge although, at times, I have questions in mind. I always try to be careful and choose the words if I decide to say something. There are a lot of life lessons to choose from to become as careful as a mice.
And to continue with Bob Marley’s quote, “Flee from hate, mischief, and jealousy…” Comfort food is the best way to continue living amidst the negative or toxic people and situations. Just look at this bowl of pork and century egg congee. Looks yummy? Well, it is. It makes you forget.
Partner it with a chicken basil bun and slices of pork asado. How can you not totally forget about the crappy things and people that you encounter on a daily basis?
Red is one of those colors traditionally associated with the celebration of Christmas. I am just a recent convert. I am not a fan before because red for me is so loud and daring. One day, I tried on a red shirt and it looked good on me. It gave that happy aura and it made me think it can camouflage my inner weaknesses and gloomy feelings, on days I do not feel happy at all. Continue reading “52 Week Photography Challenge #3: Red”
That is my son, and youngest child, Daryl. His mere presence is equivalent to that single-line message: Relax, Daryl is here.” One of those strong-willed, intelligent, down-to-earth, and modest creatures on earth I enjoy talking to.