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I noticed this great reflection of an old building in the hood of a shiny black Mercedes. I thought it was perfect for the old/new prompt.
{two takes::awareness::beginning/ending}
the jeepney is a great way to show beginnings and endings. people ride it to begin their journey to go somewhere and say "para" (wait or stop) when they need to get off; an ending. it is constantly that way, a coming and going, like the breath.
"i shall return" was general douglas macarthur's promise to the philippines, which resulted later to an end of some war and the beginning of some sort of independence.
365 {81}
{two takes::old/new}
In a tricycle, a display of old things, all dusty and gray; souvenirs, reminders, a token for luck, perhaps? Old superstitions. A mama Mary statue with faded colors takes center stage. A new sampaguita garland, always a new sampaguita garland, to renew old prayers, to renew faith. Its scent frames the phrase 'god bless us'. They wilt so fast in the heat.
365 {79}
{two takes::old/new}
We were playing around with this red ribbon; he would get into it, like most cats would, so I suppose you can say it's an old game. It's old, but it still gets exciting and fun. And then he stopped here for a number of reasons; to rest a bit, maybe; to scratch, yeah I remember that. Perhaps to see if the red ribbon would do something marvelous and different. Until he noticed the shadow. Something new.
More focused this time and in black and white. His cute tail is featured in way too many of my photos. I find it irresistible.
{two takes:urban}
Welcome to your not so clean and orderly, funky, urban Manila, where you sometimes see so clearly the effects of urbanization; people are displaced, people live in boxes, people are constantly trying to make ends meet, people knowing no other life but this, people simply making a living. Here is your typical street vendor selling a variety of candies, biscuits, cigarettes, lighters, ballpens, water, colas, rags (yes rags for the jeepney drivers who constantly have to clean their windshield or dashboard or steering wheel from the oil, dust, pollution)... what else... oh, newspapers of course and even hair scrunchies. If you're lucky, the street vendor will have a cell phone and will be able to sell you call and text credits.
There it sits waiting for His Majesty, Bear. Most likely tossed aside after the kids were finished playing.
{two takes::awareness - deliberate/accidental}
I love this because the container is so pretty, because it holds inside the sweetness of brown sugar, because the morning light at the pavillion where I was having my coffee was absolutely divine and perfect, making you want to capture all sorts of things, just you and sun playing together. So it's a deliberate shot, and I was like "yes!" until I saw what turned out to be accidental and imperfect - I captured the edge of the table, creating a black triangle. No matter how I edited this (looking at the image in this bigger screen looks even more like it met an accident, in a sense that it's overdone) and tried to remove the black triangle, it need to stay or I would ruin the blance of the porcelain's space and form. Thus, the art of letting go and accepting the edge; accepting the black triangle. And now, accepting the grain.
365 {83}
{two takes::inside/outside}
There are so many things going on inside and outside this compound. I know plenty of stories; I have been a part of many of them. When I was very young, I met an accident inside, in one of the rooms. My yaya (nanny) accidentally threw a pot of boiling water on my body. I was 4 years old. Thereabouts. It was an 'accident' but if I didn't startle her as she walked into the room, it wouldn't have happened. If I just accepted the cold bath water as is, it wouldn't have happened. If...
But it happened. My scream could be heard from outside this gate. And I was told it was heard from down the street. I still have the big scar. I grew up with it; first, it was okay, just another 'body part', you know, a part of me. But I somehow figured people were afraid of the scar. I would swim and there it was exposed and the kids would move away from me. So it was that, or some kind of pity from the grown-ups. Eventually I got conscious and learned it was best for everyone if I hid the scar. There was a lot of that hiding 'inside'.
Fast forward...
I have a photo with my son, Marcus, right here in front of this gate. He was about 4 years old. It was his first day of school. It was one of those big moments. I was bald. I was wearing a bandana, being brave about many things. But that's another story. But, yeah, you go outside and you have to be brave inside.
Am I seeing two cabs or am I seeing double? Have been working all day at NRC cafe, writing, yes, accompanied with a glass of wine. (Urban #twotakes )
Some takes were difficult. It brought back old grief, of not being enough, not being seen or heard. A struggle within myself instead of acceptance. A feeling of being closed to myself. #twotakes #awareness #closed
The process of making pierogies at the North Market.
I loved seeing the insides and outsides of these tasty treats.
{two takes::awareness::beginning/ending}
early morning. looking up at my bedside desk. contemplating two takes and what words speak to me clearly; what will i choose to interpret... ending / beginning and the lesson of letting go.
Not a lot of wind this day, but a beautiful bright blue sky. I'll take that over a gray one any time.
{two takes::above}
I love the transformation of this old apartment. The color just popped out. It was pretty bold and brave to choose this paint, I thought; and simply delicious. I was walking along Santillan St. in Makati, on my way to get a ride home from a morning spent getting to know a new friend. The yellow called out to me because of the brown. And I had to stop, whip out the itouch and click. A bold and brave move on my part as well.
Watching the boys at a friend's house, I couldn't leave without getting a picture of this lovely, intentional list.
I suddenly remembered my Color Cards from the class, Colour! Or is it Color?, that I took at Big Picture Classes with Nic Howard! The typed cards were created by Nic for the class. I added my photos. I used my local country setting as the theme!
These are 6x12 in size so I put them into 12x12 frames in pairs and have them (4 frames together) hanging up in my technology/art studio. They're fun and cheerful!
I created this layout (LO design by Nic Howard for Big Picture Classes) for a color class (the color was orange for this particular assignment) with Nic Howard (at Big Picture Classes - WOOHOO!) a bit over a year after an unexpected move from a very busy suburb outside of Manhattan to an agricultural town, population 2004, up in northwestern New Jersey. When I read Bindu and Tracy's prompt I was immediately reminded of the story I wrote here and decided to share it.
I will have to post photos of my rural country surroundings. It's just incredible (in a good way)! More to come!