A Temporary Relish

As my response to last week’s photography prompt by WordPress’ The Daily Post ~~ Temporary~~  am sharing here this photo of a round platter of colorful, varied pungent yet tasty fita bread sauces, which we recently came upon and enjoyed at a Persian-inspired restaurant. Because of its savory taste and aroma, it was gone as soon as it was set on the table.

 

Life’s Golden Hour

The golden hour occurs twice each day, in the early morning just after dawn’s blue hour. At the first golden hour of the day, the sun has started to rise in the east and cast its glow.

At morn’s golden hour, you feel a tinge of warmth, if you happen to be outdoors, and if looking from the inside, you can observe everything to be cool yet there is a promise of a bright, warm or sweltering day.

In the late afternoon, the day’s golden hour occurs just before the blue hour this time. The scorching sun is no more, its warmth already tame upon your skin, its reflection bathes the environment with long soft beams of light.

This day’s afterglow lends a certain radiance and coolness around that sorts of warms the heart — so unlike that of the morning’s golden hour.

Just to clarify,  I’ve only started to know and appreciate this beautiful moment –being a novice photographer, or simply a photography enthusiast who’d like to take photos with a little more skill.

my 1st feeble attempt at the Golden Hour

So my golden hour shots still leave much to be desired — but am enjoying the process of learning. I find myself awaiting this precious moment almost spontaneously.

Afternoon glow

I like how the golden hour creates a different kind of beauty each time, bringing a different color or mood to the surroundings: both a promise and a hope; a call to rise and shine and do your best, and a call to slow down, relax, and hope for another sunny day.

So it is with our life’s golden hour. The rhythm of the golden hour offers something for us to ponder.

Our beautiful moments fleet by and everything in between is just temporary. Things may be good or bad, happy or sad. Yet at the end of the day, there is hope things will become better.  We can always hope — like each day is always beautiful no matter if there is a storm coming our way.

It is just how we deal with what life’s throws at us that sometimes create all the chaos around or within us.

Life’s golden hour is also a time to pause, reflect, and plan to do better and be a better person. Just like I’m finding it inspiring to take better golden hour shots each time I try. Still a long shot for me — as you can see from all these amateur shots — but I keep the hope.

Just trying to catch the glint of the sun upon those structures…

So when you’re feeling a bit down, just look at the sun.

 

 

 

 

Gazing Through a Window

Eye to eye ~~ like heaven’s gaze upon the earth

My response to this week’s photo challenge: Windows

How serendipitous I thought it was to have caught such cloud formation one afternoon as I was looking through my window. I edited my shot to add a bit more drama to it.  Below is my original shot.

Evergreen

Unusual Form

Unusual, this week’s photo challenge of The Daily Post ~~

I call this Shamrock my “butterfly” plant, as you can see from its shape,  quite unique for me.

From dusk to early morn, its deep purple petals close to sleep away the night, just like how many flowers do. Its tiny lilac flowers make this plant even more special.

Then one afternoon, perhaps due to the close angle shot I took– my Shamrock “butterfly” plant gave me a picture of an unusual form. See it?

Unusual

Finding Beauty in the Mundane

I enjoy looking at beautiful landscapes. They make for great photographs, especially sweeping panoramas – of mountains, fields, the sea.

Yet, as I spend more time developing my photography skills, I discover so much beauty in the mundane as well.

Silver, one among the greens in my tiny garden
Playing with angles and light and texture
While others may pull weeds from their plot, I simply let them be, including the blur.

Textured layer

“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.”
Tana French, Broken Harbour

 

 

Taking Selfies is An Art

It’s May, my favorite month of the year! And what an apt theme to go with my favorite month – Photo.

I’m not a pro, I’m not even half as good as the younger ones in my family/clan who are amazing with their photography skills. But taking photos is my passion – and with the coming of the age of Selfies, I’m drawn to it more than anyone else of my age, methinks.

Do you like taking selfies? Why or why not?

I do not find taking selfies bad at all, so I shall disagree with the supposed findings of the American Psychiatric Association that taking of selfies is a mental disorder.

Taking of selfies is an art form, not a mental disorder.

It may not be the best of hobbies – but it is fun, even for a midlifer like me. Nor is it vanity at all, though I must say, self-regulation, especially among the young ones, is of course needed. In which case, the findings of the American Psychiatric Association if this preoccupation with selfies goes overboard, indeed makes sense.

Seen in proper perspective, however, taking selfies is a form of artistic expression, an interesting one at that. I remember growing up with SLR cameras that needed black-and-white films which you had a photographer/shop develop for you. Unless you were a photo buff or expert, where was the fun in taking pictures or posing for one except in the enjoyment of the finished products.

Through taking selfies, one can give vent to her creative inclination just like me. I would love to paint portraits and scenes, including a self-portrait. If only I could. Thus, with selfies and the myriad of photo apps that abound these days, who am I to resist such imaginative yearnings?

Besides, as a grandmother, I do have one simple goal coming from the fun side of me — to collect as many creative selfies as I want – while I’m still bitten by the artistic selfie bug and transform these into interesting collages or dramatic mirages.

Then I shall present them all one day to my grandchildren — “Here is your grandma through the years!” — for sure, just for them I shall be a celebrity, and we’ll share a good laugh.

 

Once Upon a Moonlit Night

Tonite, I caught sight of the passing MOON seemingly growing on my “Silver” plant at the backyard…

The Passing Moon

Peeking through the leaves of my plant…

The same passing moon, edited version

O moon, you cast your glow brighter, as the hours go deeper into the night…

A more subdued edited version of the passing moon...

’til only you oh moon reign supreme over the hushed, slumbering earth…

 

Moonlit Nite Collage
Moonlit Nite Collage 2