Sunday Clothes

Sunday Clothes

 

This is the day when she died.

The morning of December rose as she fell,

And I literally smell the morning vapor.

Her breathing fainted just as the cold water went downhill.

The ground shook and I felt her crack.

 

That was when we had to lay her down,

Like a dress you just ironed.

A naked being, vulnerable and oppressed. Continue reading “Sunday Clothes”

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Running away to Manila.

Running away to Manila.

A view from my window. #WorldPhotographyDay Continue reading “Running away to Manila.”

Textures are fascinating.

Textures are fascinating.

Recently, I’ve been amazed by rough textures, uneven buildings and surfaces in photos… so I searched my whole neighborhood for rough subjects and started taking pictures. Continue reading “Textures are fascinating.”