little sprouts of life from the mind and heart of joyce carol oates (thank you kath) is getting me more and more desperate to be the writer that i used to be. it's funny how i never used to think i was. what is it with me and retrospection?
my friend eshita convinced me to start a flickr account. there is something so convicting in the quality of photos after being uploaded. it seems sharper, more alive.
so alive that it breathed life into two things on my plate right now:
the cebu photobook
after several shifts in project directions, it looks like the hungry children have finally found ground in this one. it doesn't diminish the rest of the pending projects, of course, but this really feels like the first layer of bricks.
after putting up a few photos from cebu on flickr, i realized what the wanderer looked for in every photo she took.
life.
and there is something about provinces (though i haven't been to many) that just makes it oozing with it. i'm thinking it's the simplicity of it all. nothing on earth seems more important than them living their life. men who sell coconuts in wooden carts lit up when they saw the cameras javi and i were holding. conversations in Cebuano sprung back and forth between kathy and the people of the province were so animated that i watched them, the words, more than listened. children ran and played out in the grass, through the mud, under the hot sun.
photoblog revelation
lightpaintbrush at blogspot has been stagnant for quite a while now, and i have realized that it's because i, once again, in all my obsessive-compulsive glory, have tried to box the process by making it too uniform, following a template too religiously, and most of all - never quite being satisfied with what is unearthed. i have belittled the treasure that God allows me to capture in a photo by thinking that it still needs to be polished, made up, dressed up.
while writing the description for the photo titled "tawa" on my flickr page, i suddenly felt the need to explain in great detail how the photo came to be.
and that's exactly what i am going to do.
as of today, september 12, i have 12 days left. the crate is coming at 10am today to be loaded. life packed in a crate of 50 boxes, shrink wrap, bubble wrap and sticky tape. i managed to draw on one of the boxes. a lot has been happening and i wish i could sit here all night to pour it out. i am so afraid of forgetting.
dear God, i would love a day with You in London just sitting down wrapped in a blanket and talking about how i got to know You. don't let me forget, please. love, adi.
my friend eshita convinced me to start a flickr account. there is something so convicting in the quality of photos after being uploaded. it seems sharper, more alive.
so alive that it breathed life into two things on my plate right now:
the cebu photobook
after several shifts in project directions, it looks like the hungry children have finally found ground in this one. it doesn't diminish the rest of the pending projects, of course, but this really feels like the first layer of bricks.
after putting up a few photos from cebu on flickr, i realized what the wanderer looked for in every photo she took.
life.
and there is something about provinces (though i haven't been to many) that just makes it oozing with it. i'm thinking it's the simplicity of it all. nothing on earth seems more important than them living their life. men who sell coconuts in wooden carts lit up when they saw the cameras javi and i were holding. conversations in Cebuano sprung back and forth between kathy and the people of the province were so animated that i watched them, the words, more than listened. children ran and played out in the grass, through the mud, under the hot sun.
photoblog revelation
lightpaintbrush at blogspot has been stagnant for quite a while now, and i have realized that it's because i, once again, in all my obsessive-compulsive glory, have tried to box the process by making it too uniform, following a template too religiously, and most of all - never quite being satisfied with what is unearthed. i have belittled the treasure that God allows me to capture in a photo by thinking that it still needs to be polished, made up, dressed up.
while writing the description for the photo titled "tawa" on my flickr page, i suddenly felt the need to explain in great detail how the photo came to be.
and that's exactly what i am going to do.
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as of today, september 12, i have 12 days left. the crate is coming at 10am today to be loaded. life packed in a crate of 50 boxes, shrink wrap, bubble wrap and sticky tape. i managed to draw on one of the boxes. a lot has been happening and i wish i could sit here all night to pour it out. i am so afraid of forgetting.
dear God, i would love a day with You in London just sitting down wrapped in a blanket and talking about how i got to know You. don't let me forget, please. love, adi.
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