On Being Both Captive and Captor

An Indefinite Hiatus

2010-02-24T04:17:00.003+08:00

No, one cannot really run out of/from images or words, but one can certainly run out of time. While time for tending this blog eludes me as of the moment, may it serve merely as a portal to my frequently-tended blog.

See you there!

Here is One

2009-10-13T07:06:00.006+08:00

"...all flowers in time bend towards the sun
i know you say that there's no-one for you but here is one,
here is one... here is one..."
~ Jeff Buckley ~

Candid Choreography

2009-09-24T07:10:00.004+08:00

"How can we know the dancer from the dance?"
~ William Butler Yeats ~

Complicated

2009-09-23T19:03:00.005+08:00

“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.”
~ Confucius ~

(The strange hue can be attributed to the car window tint through which this photo was taken, and the fact that the sky was really oddly-coloured that day since it was the day of the most recent eclipse.)

Odd Jobs

2009-08-28T06:28:00.023+08:00

The Seaworm Hunter

The Driftwood Collector

The Blind Seller of Tuba (Palm Wine) Receptors

Chairman?

Totobee =)

2009-08-27T07:12:00.006+08:00

If then, your world be such a baffling riddle, it is because you are that baffling riddle.
And if your speech be such a woeful maze, it is because you are that woeful maze.
~Mikhail Naimy~

Early Morning Poetry

2009-08-26T22:11:00.008+08:00

"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."
~Plato~

August 22, 2009
Dipolog City

"It is Better to Give..."

2009-08-26T15:12:00.012+08:00

A Lopsided Practice?

An Unexpected Sweetness

2009-08-26T14:43:00.021+08:00

Isn't it a wonder, finding hearts in the most unusual places?

(Leaves of the sour Calamansi are not normally heart-shaped.)

The Little Helper

2009-08-11T13:15:00.006+08:00

Great opportunities to help others seldom come, but small ones surround us everyday.
~Sally Koch~

A little girl assists her father in her own little way early on market day.

August 11, 2009
Bagsakan ni Edad, Dipolog City

Galatians 6:9

2009-08-10T14:00:00.007+08:00

And let us not be weary in well doing:
for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.

Beads of diligence trickle down nine-year-old Misha's face

as he sacrifices playtime to practice music.

August 10, 2009
Estaka, Dipolog City

Greetings, Reader!

2009-08-09T00:06:00.000+08:00

Thank you for following me from an obscure blog location to this patent blog site. I intend to maintain both domains as long as words and images colour my consciousness: Les Fleurs d’un Livre for literary and more personal intentions, and On Being Both Captive and Captor for photojournalistic leanings.

Being a tag-along to my dad’s photojournalism lectures and my mom’s feature writing spiels for several years in regional press conferences have inspirited in me a special interest for pictures and words. Photographs have the capacity to be evocative and can divulge so much sans words, whereas words alone can be illuminating and poetic enough to paint spectacular images, and yet, the mere attempt to wed both mediums continue to fascinate. My lack of skill will affirm that I am not a professional writer or photographer, but to foster this fascination, it is my hope to present mere simulacra of divine or human creation through this pupil’s pupils, and to exercise the freedom of capturing that which captures.

Viva!

The Traveling Minstrel