It has been a while that I made any new images since the trip last time. The new position along with the class, and many others are taking a lot out of me. It’s about time for another journey up somewhere new.
These are a few images I have finally gotten to edit. With Reyes having a deep conversation with the wind on top of the Chapel of Holy Cross, I feel there’s a need to turn the colors off. Everyone knows how much I adore BW. The reason is just simple, it simplifies and takes you in to the emotion of the image.
In my own life, I begin to work on keeping it simple and making it balance as well: working my butt off and photographing until it hurts. Making photograph and exploring new places have becoming the key of keeping myself sane in life. I know my PaPa Dan is smiling and proud of me by stating this. He is always the one reminds me to find my own passion and go for it.
“Dream about your house, kiddo,” Pa said.
The more we think about something, the dream actually comes true. Setting your intention, let it happen, and not resist.
I see my dream, Pa. Though it is not quite making any sense, somehow, it is much more clear to me now than ever before. I know spending time with God’s creation has a lot to do with it.
He has put eternity in their heart.– Ecclesiastes 3:11
That they might seek God, if perhaps they might grope for Him and find Him, even though He is not far from each one of us. – Acts 17:27
Thank you Pa, and I love you and miss you…
Despite burning myself, cutting my finger, bumping my head to the car door, knocking a bucket of water off and slipping onto the floor within 24 hours, I should be thankful on Thanksgiving that I am still one piece.
Thought, I am not in one piece, I have been in very much in pieces. There’s a lot going on and I wish I didn’t need to think about them. I wish ‘life was simple’ and everything was going to have a happy ending.
I wrote about walking in the limbo with loss in my thesis 10 years ago, and a decade after, I am experiencing another sense of loss: the loss to something I am not able to have. Now it makes me think about what it will be in the next 10 years. I guess that’s why we say, c’est la vie, because we are all going through different stage of loss while time passes us by.
Life is just like making a photograph, it goes good or bad, too overexposed or underexposed. Regardless the result, it’s the experience that matters. I can make and edit photographs every day for the rest of my life. It’s like the time in the darkroom, making the image you want to make, and it’s different in its unique way every single time. Sometimes it can be so bad that you tear them up and throw into the trash; but sometimes it turns out so good that you cherish forever though it didn’t turn out the way you would want it to be…
Photography always heal me, and I know it will heal me once more.
… I wish I was living in the house of my dream…
Photography cannot be rushed. We always take our time to pre-visualize the image before we make the shot. Often time when it’s done in a hurry, we overlook small details that would make a difference in a photograph, which won’t turn out as pleasing or ’emotional’ (according to my book).
I enjoy making photographs that has emotions to them, it can be sense of affection, despair, grief, love, sorrow, warmth, melancholy, or happiness. It’s not much about capturing someone who is laughing, or ‘seizing the moment’ of that emotion, but more of what we human being are freely to express through how we see things in life. What a wonderful privilege we have to feel what we want to feel when looking into a scene.
I was very blessed to be companied with two great spirits in 2015 Thanksgiving to Sedona, Arizona. Though it was a short journey, it was filled with unspeakable joy. Thank you my love R.R. and O.M, and thank You Lord for placing us in Your creation on earth.
Your creation always heal me.
One of my favorite images in the R&M photo story.
Trying to capture the moment of being alone, the sense of freedom as no one finds the subject.
When making each image, I constantly think about how I would be the subject and expressing what I would feel at that time. I remember I enjoy going to watch a movie myself, eating by myself, or taking a walk myself.
It might sound sad, however, it is that moment of having your own time, for yourself. Precious.
The cold weather is here. It always brings me great joy seeing steam coming out of the big pipe.
What a great sense of warmth!