Dexter's Madness

Last September, one of my favorite TV series, Dexter, had just ended. Its ending may not appeal to everyone but it bears some rumination. For one, the famous TV serial killer didn't die and was not killed by lethal injection. Instead, he staged his own death to pave self-exile from the people he loves dearly. The absence of intrapersonal communication and hallucinations of Harry magnified the impact of his self-exile. These acts are his way of self-examination that prevents him from giving in fully to his dark passenger.

The audience would expectantly clamor for justice to be served. Death by lethal would be appropriate for Dexter. But death itself, is liberation.

Dexter chose the punishment he deserves; a desolate life fit for the dead. For a living person, that is worse than death.

As I dabble in abstract art, this piece, I called Dexter's Madness, is my tribute to the end of the famous TV serial killer.

Busy as a Butterfly (Bee)

While working as VAL at Joel Locaylocay's Photography, the butterflies and bees at locations have captivated me. These creatures have always been busy, alighting from one flower to another, oblivious to any two-legged creature walking around. Somehow, they have found ways to tolerate any human beings.

Perhaps, I could be wrong. They might be talking about us, like wondering why a woman with a camera is down on her knees while taking a picture of their fellow butterfly, resting on a half-foot tall weed.

Much as they held me in awe, a lot of questions ran through my mind as well.

Do bees experience paranoia or distrust, considering the number of people loitering in the garden?

Do butterflies really feel fragile and afraid a human hand might crush them to pieces?

Do these creatures ever get tired while working in the same garden everyday?

If the answers to these are all yes then, I should take a leaf from their books. Despite being haunted by the daily grind, they still manage to emanate beauty, serenity and peace, that soothes even the most troubled soul in the garden.

Daybreak*

As much as I adore dusk, the breaking of dawn is still my favorite. It is always mesmerizing how the rays of sunlight creep into the horizon, chasing away the dark night. It is an added bonus if a sliver of a serene quarter moon plays a supporting role in this montage.

The view doesn't always last very long. In fact, it is often over, sooner than you like. But the experience left me a lasting mark of awe in my soul, a reminder that there will always be beauty in my life.

*Disclaimer: No blood-sucking sparklies were harmed in this shoot.