The Clouds Have Spoken

Blessed with a rooftop and an unobstructed view of sky, the blue stretch of heaven above me is transformed into a tableau of creatures whose stories are waiting to be told. Here are some select shots of these creatures, classified under what I call Cloud-scapes.

The Dancing Pair brought me into the ballroom where Beauty waltzes with the Beast towards the sunset under the loving gaze of the inconspicuous quarter moon.

Pulling Myself Up

My life has taken me into a different direction the past years. I can say I had reached rock bottom a few times. Much as I'd like to say I have hit the ground running, I know I mostly crashed and burnt. Since I led a very private life, not many have known. And I'd like to keep it that way.

There are two things I learned from that plunge. One, it is very much tempting to stay at the bottom, to succumb to self-pity and self-loathing. Two, there is always a light beyond the web of negativity.

Even if it is merely a flicker, it is enough of a beacon to guide me through, out of my misery.

A Kaleidoscopic Montage

When I first came here at USC-TC, the very first thing that made an impact to me is the church up in the hill. (Believe me, my mother never stops telling it to any family or friend.) As years passed, I always enjoy looking at the church. For me, this is a foolproof beacon of the Talamban Campus. Once you see the cross on the hill, you have reached USC-TC.

Yesterday, I was looking at it while waiting for dusk to settle. It had been a long day, and a long night ahead, so I decided to enjoy an inexpensive R&R. And lo! I was treated to an extravaganza of colors by Mother Nature.

It was around 6:03 PM, when I took my first picture of the church. The sun has not begun its descent yet.