We look up and we feel humbled of how minute our existence is. We look up and something or someone might also be looking down at us. We look up aiming to grasp all the knowledge the universe can give only to look back down to this place we thought we know fully.
I see change as a transformation like how these leaves change their form while keeping their essence.
It is amazing how a color can change the entire mood of a photo.
Toad Hall and my new discovery, i.e. phoneography
It was simply amazing to find the details of the cycle of life amongst unexpected and usually ignored places. Most of the time, I become so engrossed in the grand scheme of things that I tend to overlook the little details that make up the grand subject of my admiration.
Cycling is literally moving forward. Metaphorically, it renews my spirit to move on with life.
I picked this photo to show my fascination with ancient ruins and my love for revisiting our historical past.
Home is where I am and where he will be. It could be temporary or long-term. It is not a country or a flat; home is where we are both together.
The portrayal of the union of two souls among billions and the act of showing to the rest of the world the strong reason for such union is, in itself, unique.
You have seen photos of this monument countless times, heard about the story behind it numerous times, and read travel articles dedicated to it a lot of times. But this is the monument, the story behind it and the experience I had there that first came into my mind when I read the photo challenge …
It is the heart that understands beyond what we see.
These are inspired by/made up of spices set on a lighted frame giving interesting illuminated patterns. It is a great and unique way of showcasing our beloved spices, don’t you think?
Ignore the reflection; mind the existence.
I am thankful for the rain and the beautiful rainbows that come after it.
Taken during one of the laser shows at Marina Bay, I patiently waited for the green lights simply because green is my favorite color.
I love flying a kite. It allows me to be a child again–simple in thought but more meaningful in understanding. It is one of the activities that make me feel renewed when I can throw into the air my problems and let the wind move them away.
If symmetry is in the correctness of measurements, we all know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Cultural awareness doesn’t end in merely knowing but should culminate in acceptance and tolerance.
Guess correctly where this photo was taken and get a postcard from me. :)
I didn’t expect Tokyo Tower to be that imposing until we climbed up and look down on the city. It’s all a matter of perspective.
This time it’s not about me but how others define happiness in one word that is neither a person nor something tangible.
“The more I read, the smaller I feel.”
But every morning after a cup of chai and a piece of roti, he will walk to the side of the river to soak his towel and pat his face with the cold water flowing from the mountains.
Unlike in any other day…it was the best drink I had in my life.