Wait. How old is old? Because now I am a year more than half a decade. If that makes me old, I have to go pack my things and start to be a photographer, a craft that I have always wanted to polish. Only that I can’t do that at the moment. I have a day job that requires eight hours to complete. Ask me if I am happy with it. I am not but I can’t quit. There’s always that need or want decision-making in life, more like a do or die thing.
Long before I get old, I was already fascinated with captured faces, actions, expressions, emotions, colors, shapes, etc. in any form on a photo paper. It’s funny because we cannot even afford a camera. That again is another story. A lot of stories to tell, actually. So, before this becomes a very long and boring post to read, I stop here and share some photographs I snatched from the willing victims. I am not sure if I have the qualifications for this craft but then again requirements are always limiting for me. I just shoot in vain attempt to document moments and to preserve pictures to keep people alive (at least on paper). Apart from being fascinated with nature and places, I also love to capture photos of people.
Here are the unedited photos:
These children are so full of youth and life. They’re a respite from a disappointing day.
The photos below end my daily attempt in photography. 😀
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.
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?
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.
The boy above is Drey. He’s my husband’s regular morning visitor, the reason why he had gotten so fond of this little 3-year-old boy.
One day, he told me to buy a toy gun for Drey. I am so forgetful that I haven’t got a chance to buy one. When the daughter came to visit, my husband asked her to buy a toy gun for the little boy but my daughter refused. My grown-up children believe that toy guns are not the right toys for kids. Continue reading “The Word Liminal and the Toy Gun”→