Home of Keats and Shelley, with views of the Non-Catholic Cemetery in Rome.
Time has a way of playing tricks on the mind. It was only three weeks ago that I passed through the City of Brotherly Love on a frigid day in January. It seems like ages. Inspired by the solid steel and concrete, of the urban landscape, I took the photo quickly, from moving traffic. I [...]
...the moon is the guiding light. The air is crisp, birds are none to be found. Autumn hangs on, like the last leaves to fall. Muted green of olive bushes, alone reflect golden beams. The clock has spent its time. Alas! the days are longer, the light is stronger, and winter won't be far. Sleep [...]
People gather together - Friends, family and maybe strangers, too, like autumn leaves, on the ground. Behind each visage, within each beating heart, lie dreams, fears in life and death - and loss. Loved ones are reminisced, and tears fall, while the void of loneliness is filled. Time stands still, like it does, for fallen [...]
Being away from home can be disconcerting at times. Especially when it is frequent. I love to travel, but I also like to be home. I guess I'm kind of a homebody at heart. When the opportunity presents itself, however, to go somewhere else, I generally seize the moment. I always think, 'nothing ventured, nothing [...]
Taking pictures helps me get in touch with feelings. Thoughts generally rush through my mind, and a mix of emotions, negative and positive can be all tangled up. When I go out with my camera, and interpret my surroundings, the scenarios I play back are put on hold. Energy re-emerges in the waves beating against [...]
Once upon a time, there was a young Asian girl, who wore her long hair pulled back in a pony tail. She had bangs. One summer day, she was feeding the birds at a city square. Leaning over slightly, her left hand held a bag with food; with the right, she gently tossed the seeds [...]