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Spectacular displays of spring foliage and blossoms in Vancouver.
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“Learning became her.
She loved the smell of the book from the shelves, the type on the pages, the sense that the world was an infinite but knowable place.
Every fact she learned seemed to open another question, and for every question there was another book.”
— Robert Goolrick
There is a Stetson Cowboy hat under the EI wires. Don't like how the brim edges look. The EI wire is hard to bend - it doesn't have memory wire in it so I tried using glue dots to tack it down. Not real sticky to the felt! Want to keep working on this.
I almost don't even want to share this. It was all wind and piano keys, soft enough at first but then both crescendoed together until violins met the three of us and left me with nothing to sing. Maybe my heartstrings were just the quiet undertones that you don't miss until they're gone. Or maybe this is my song now. All I know is that I felt free. #sweeterpoetry
“In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagavad gita, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.
I lay down the book and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the servant of the Bramin, priest of Brahma and Vishnu and Indra, who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the Vedas, or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
September is perfect for new beginnings. Typically January is the beginning of the year, but for me September always feels like New Year.
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"What we find exotic abroad may be what we hunger for in vain at home" —The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton
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Tapas at photo shoot in #rupnogor #photography #light #chasinglight #muslin #eavig
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I didn't have filter nor tripod because Benro didn't show up, so I can't shoot with my camera. So they lend me one, a Canon 5D Mark 3.
MEANDERING BEAMS
Shot from Sheridan Towers in Mandaluyong City
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Why We Travel by Jonah Lehrer – The San Francisco Panorama (McSweeney’s)
"What does this have to do with living abroad? According to the researchers, the experience of another culture endows us with a valuable open-minded-ness, making it easier to realize that a single thing can have multiple meanings.
Of course, this mental flexibility doesn’t come from mere distance. Instead, this increased creativity appears to be a side-effect of difference: we need to change cultures, to experience the disorienting diversity of human traditions.
The same details that make foreign travel so confusing–Do I tip the waiter? Where is this train taking me?–turn out to have a lasting impact, making us more creative because we’re less insular. We’re reminded of all that we don’t know, which is nearly everything; we’re surprised by the constant stream of surprises.
Even in this globalized age, slouching toward similarity, we can still marvel at all the earthly things that weren’t included in the Let’s Go guidebook, and that certainly don’t exist back home.
So let’s not pretend that travel is always fun, or that we endure the jet lag for pleasure. We don’t spend ten hours lost in the Louvre because we like it, and the view from the top of Machu Picchu probably doesn’t make up for the hassle of lost luggage.
(More often than not, I need a vacation after my vacation.)
We travel because we need to, because distance and difference are the secret tonic of creativity. When we get home, home is still the same. But something in our mind has been changed, and that changes everything."
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." —John Lubbock, The Use Of Life
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Stranded in a place where nature is at rage...a feeling of helplessness and despair.
Taken in Anilao, Batangas
“Learning became her.
She loved the smell of the book from the shelves, the type on the pages, the sense that the world was an infinite but knowable place.
Every fact she learned seemed to open another question, and for every question there was another book.”
— Robert Goolrick
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary.
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods