Burst

i told myself to stop taking pictures of the heavens, because it seems like a strange habit i’ve developed last year ( it occasionally showed up few and far between, around  mid-2007 and became rampant, widespread, and noticeable last year); and I told myself to stop, because I might start getting complaints, I’m not a photographer; was never known to take pictures. just so happened that Jane gave me a multi-functional digicam and Teng, Myra, and Rey gave me a multi-functional laptop.

this photo is for you…as always. Shot yesterday.

 

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haven’t been rehabilitated, apparently.

a burst of light. It was calling out.

 

i know, I know, I already told myself to stop (stop it!!)

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How can you not take a photo of this…tell me.

 

 

Back to the city

Saturday afternoon, out of the citya.road.copy

a.cow.copy

This cow liked to be photographed, it kept looking straight at my camera lens, like it knew it was being photographed.

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That’s its/ his family, i presume

a.freeway.copy

Freeway, Sunday morning. My idea of heaven is a clear, smooth road on a cool, sunny morning.

[only because the roads in the metro are congested. In a traffic jam, you don’t control anything except yourself; although…. i like urban living, being near everything (…. i’m a native of this city), oh well, there are trade-offs]