I’ve been jumping from one draft to another finding the perfect photos to accompany the perfect words, and I guess you can say that I still messed up on this one. I haven’t been able to write anything “good” for months and I just realized why it has been that way – I am completely … Continue reading An Honest Post About How I Really Feel
Don’t be fooled. It’s not as easy as it looks. I’ve posted enough photos on the internet to provide answers (or even just to jot down my learnings and observations) for readers who probably wonder what drives me to shoot. So I figured I’d write something up for ya’ll. Nature – For long time readers, … Continue reading My Drive. My Inspiration.
I won’t lie, March was awful. Bad, bad, bad. I have trouble getting through that month every single year. I can’t find the reason behind my struggle with said month, but I find that it has a lot to do with the change in weather. I guess, my body likes to be in its cold … Continue reading Life is Good
Walking. Walking. Stumbling. Strolling. A quiet Saturday morning walk around San Antonio, Pasig. Olympus OM-1 | Kodak Portra 400 Continue reading Strolling
People, we are a couple of weeks till the end of 2016. Unbelievable. I feel like the last five (5) years of my life has just breezed through, you know? And my 22nd birthday literally just leaped past me! I will never really know the change it’s brought me. *sigh* Just kidding, it brought me chicken … Continue reading Life Update
I don’t recall ever avoiding colors as a child, and I bet you don’t either. Our thoughts filled with the utmost brilliance of hues and tones that express all these emotions that leave you carefree at the end of each day. Yet the older we become, the harder it is to run the color-creating factory … Continue reading A Lack of Prismatic Thoughts
“I desire to be locked in a quiet room, lying on a mattress, and reading this book. Perhaps even under one hour, preferably with you.” I came across this quote whilst scrolling through my Twitter timeline an hour before I got off work the other day. I couldn’t help but want this desire; a thirst … Continue reading Life Would Be Dream