Window Take 2: Perspectives

Because I can’t seem to get enough shots of my favorite window – being the only one in my present abode that gives a good view, here it is again…through different perspectives and — color filters!

The only thing you sometimes have control over is perspective. You don’t have control over your situation. But you have a choice about how you view it.

— Chris Pine

Windows: A Photo Essay

I often find myself enthralled by windows. Windows are gateways to ‘another’ world, yet serve as barriers, too. It is like being in a place that is so near yet so far away, if you view windows in this way.

It may also be either one or the other – windows can let you connect to the outside, while staying safe inside. This is more like it for me, most times.

Or — you may perhaps see windows as a boundary between you — and the world out there.

Here is a series of photos of a window at home taken from slightly different angles, and at various times of the day. I was hoping to catch the subtle changes in hues and shades of the cloudy sky above.

“People are like stained – glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.” –

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

The Broken Glass: A Reflection

God heals a broken heart, but He has to have all the pieces.

This quote came to mind after I broke a glass by accident, and I was keeping it away intending to wrap it carefully before I’d relegate it to the trash bin. Soon I thought the glass would be an interesting subject for a photo — me being a neophyte photography enthusiast.

Despite the damage, a sparkling glean radiated – like a glint of the rising sun – from its sharp, broken edges and the shards scattered at the bottom, transforming the broken glass into a stunning beauty!

broken-glass-2Reflection

We are just like that glass ~~  broken, crushed at times. Yet we can appreciate ourselves even more, if we can look at ourselves through God’s eyes. And if despite our weaknesses, our failures, our struggles, we carry on and lift to God our pains and sorrows, we strengthen our character; we strengthen our faith in God and in ourselves.

But we need to trust God, first of all. Trust that He can work His miracle in us if we allow Him to do so. Thus, we need to lift up to Him all our cares, our sufferings — He has to have all the broken pieces” of ourselves to make us whole again, and again, and again…

Times when I do get angry at myself for some reasons, such as not meeting my goals for the day, or when stuck at a certain task, or faced with situations that make me think low of myself. Tears flow, especially when the hurt inside is much like the pain caused by the sharp edges of a broken glass. Yet I remember to pray – sometimes, it’s a real struggle to, still I cry my heart out to Him.

At that point, God’s Peace and Mercy fill my heart to the brim, and I get the confidence to move on. Indeed, I can start to love myself wholly again, for God makes me whole again with His undying Love.

broken-glass-1                      A Prayer to the Holy Spirit

Come, Holy Spirit…replace the tension within us with a holy relaxation.

Replace the turbulence within us with a sacred calm.

Replace the anxiety within us with a quiet confidence.

Replace the fear within us with a strong faith.

Replace the bitterness within us with the sweetness of grace.

Replace the darkness within us with a gentle light.

Replace the coldness within us with a loving warmth.

Replace the night within with Your day.

Replace the winter within us with Your spring.

Straighten our crookedness, Fill our emptiness,

Dull the edge of our pride, Sharpen the edge of our humility,

Light the fires of our love, Quench the flames of our lust.

Let us see ourselves as You see us.

That we may see You as You have promised,

And be fortunate according to Your word:

“Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God.”

(prayer courtesy of the St. Joseph Convent of Perpetual Adoration, Hemady, Quezon City)

 

Finding Contentment

When life gives you lemons, make some lemonade.

Thus the saying goes. And I say, when there’s brownout (power cut-off), take some photos.

So what else is there to do when it’s raining, with a pestering brownout to boot – almost eight-hours long. You take photos, just like I did.  Thus, during yesterday’s heavy afternoon downpour that led to that long power cut-off, I busied myself with my simple phone camera looking for interesting angles, textures and patterns.

And here they are. Be warned though; they’re not pro. These are just snapshots meant to amuse, and let the creative juice flow. Just my way of finding beauty in the mundane – just as in my previous post with the same title– even during a heavy rain.

Looking through the rain-covered window

Finding contentment, seeing beauty even in the most mundane…

reflection in the rain
light and shadow
tangled wires and bamboo leaves freshened by the passing storm

 

a glow in the dark

 

 

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

 

 

A Piece of Heaven Beneath My Feet

As my response to the weekly photo challenge given two weeks back, I took delight in capturing this piece of heaven beneath my feet — right in my yard. Soon this piece of heaven shall become a wonderful memory of the place that’s been my home for a while, when I move.

Such a joy to see even the lowly weed can offer such dainty pink blooms...
Lovely floral weeds.
Muning, my dear stray feline, just got to be there...in the scene.
Pansit-pansitan, an edible herb used in many Asian cuisine as toppings for soups or a salad ingredient.
The pansit-pansitan just sprouts from the ground...
Texture
Rain-soaked ground. After the rain comes the sun.
Red leaves shaped like butterflies

Even in the mundane, God is present.

We can indeed find our piece of heaven wherever we are, wherever we go. Heaven is in our hearts. God is in our hearts.

 

BlueMoon Rising

“The moon stays bright

when it doesn’t avoid the night” ~ Rumi

The Moon ~~ that fascinating piece of Nature that has held me spellbound all these years. My alter ego I’d tell my younger self in those days when at times I could be affected by teenage self-insecurities, and I needed to perk up my confidence anew.

Somehow, I feel there’s something that binds me and the Moon.

With the Blue Moon’s recent visit, I was jolted into the realization what a strange coincidence it was when she appeared as well in the early part of my stay in this quiet, secure neighborhood as I was delightfully easing myself into the comfortable ambience of the community and its residents. The Blue Moon was a reassuring, welcoming thumb-up sign from my Creator that everything was well. God knows how drawn I am to the drama, mystique of His creation.

But between then and now, there have been challenges that seem to overwhelm me, and what more, I am about to leave this wonderful place, my pet stray felines whom I’ve grown to love; changes are afoot once more. So while I’m eager for the next phase in my life’s journey, there’s also a certain sadness as I leave.

Yet again, last nite’s Blue Moon was another reassuring message from God all will be well.

And as my little ode to the Blue Moon we just had, here are some of my amateurish attempts to photograph Sister Moon basking in the glow of her Brother Sun.

July Moon Sky - the night before Blue Moon's rising...
MoonGlow

 

MoonLight

 

 

 

It’s not what you look at that matters,

it’s what you see.” ~ Henry David Thoreau

 

 

 

 

Three things cannot be long hidden:

the sun, the moon, and the truth.” ~ Buddha

Adrift

Change course…

Far too long I’ve drifted

Like that bark on the stream

fallen from its tree

It seems;

The shore far from sight…

The horizon blurs in the distance

I sink in the whirlpool of my

imaginings

How can it be?

I get a grip

While the faint sound of the bell

beckons me still

Time is of the essence here

my dear

No time to waste.

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.