Are we blur?

An early effort.  Shot in 2010 with a crappy Canon Rebel XT and a 18-55 kit lens.  At that time too I began to take photography seriously.  Seeing this kind of blur as art, I thought I was on to something.  Never been processed until now.

Hope you are having a wonderful weekend.

When is the best time to drink white wine?

When is the best time to drink white wine?

A.  When it's five o'clock somewhere.

B.  When you notice that it's a good wine.

C.  When it's chilled.

D.  All of the above.

Portons un toast!

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Happy Thursday.  Prior to retirement, Thursday was my favorite day of the week.  It was so close to Friday, which meant the beginning of the weekend.

Hope y'all having a good day.

An Unexpected Guest

Guess what we were having for breakfast?  An unexpected guest with eyes that bulge as wide as eggs go over easy, festive hairstyle reminiscent of Chiquita Banana and a cheery grin to amuse us along the way.  Please pass the salsa.  Bon appetite.

Sagada

A lot of things have been written about Sagada.  The most famous perhaps is the hanging coffin, the traditional way of burying the natives.  Nowadays, this once quiet town has been converted to a tourist attraction.  

I came back to Sagada in 2013.  It appeared smaller than what I can remember.  The last time I was there was in the early 80s.  I had just lost my job, denied a student visa to study in the States, and I wanted to re-evaluate the meaning of my life.  With a few change of wear and a Sony Walkman that I had packed, I boarded the bus one morning.  I remember standing inside the crowded bus all the way through.  The trip took like eight hours.  By the time I arrived in town, it was almost nighttime.  I managed to rent a small room for a few pesos.  My dinner consisted of fresh garden vegetable.  Jobless sort as I was, I thought things were ridiculously affordable.  

That night I wandered around the town and met some travelers.  They were all going to one of the caves the next morning.  I asked if I can tag along.  They were happy to have me.  Back then it was easy to make friends at this quaint little town.  The place was not yet known to the tourist world except for a few adventurers.  I suspected that we came to this place for different reasons.  But I thought we had a common bond.  We were all strangers looking for something to authenticate our lives.

To be continued.

Portrait of a Blacksmith in Toledo

A remake.  I have  been going back to some of my previous images and re-editing them.  My post-processing skills have evolved.  I would like to think that it's for the good.  I still miss the black and white shoe polish portraits that I have rendered in the past.  I find it interesting that those images are what put me in the map in Flickr and other social medias.  I may do those type of renditions again.  But probably not anytime soon.  Anyway, this is a throwaway.  Hope you enjoy.

Randomness and Determinism

My English teacher taught us that we ought to never start a sentence with an apology.  I am deliberately going against this rule.  Because I think I really need to apologize.  I'm sorry that I have not been active in posting on this blog for several weeks.  There has been life changing events that compelled me to go on a hiatus.  Partly because I was struggling with innermost angst, which I'm not going to get into.  I'll spare my readers my self-indulgence.  Partly as well as I have run out of materials to post.  Sad as that may seem.  I'm not sure how I can keep this blog active.  But for what?  It has been dark times for me lately.  For that, I am truly sorry.

Cheers.