My Sunday morning routine includes a short walk to our street to buy 3 leading broadsheets and sometimes, a supot or pack of freshly baked pan de sal. As I observed my weekly habit this morning, I brought along my point and shoot cam to capture the stillness of our place.
I’m always in awe whenever I see beautiful photos of nature, people and whatnot captured by pure visual talent and good quality-digicams of most photographers. I wish I’ll get to own one good camera soon but domestic budget and school enrolment of our preschooler son, monthly bills are our present top most priority, so purchasing a nicer cam would have to wait for the moment. I’m just grateful to have virtual-friends who own personal sites dedicated to photography (Check out my sidebar here and visit also their photoblogs). They don’t have idea how my daily visits to their sites continuously inspire and motivate me as a photographer-wannabe, LOL.
Going back to our place in Quezon City – it may not be Ayala Alabang Village where streets are huge and houses are far from the executive village’s main entrance (I know these things because we celebrate Christmas and New Year’s eves at my wife’s relatives living in a 2000-square meter- lot in Ayala Alabang Village whenever my dad-in-law from Missouri is in town), it may not have 24-hour roving guards but baranggay tanod , LOL, the streets near where we live are peaceful and quiet and the coolest for having century-old trees.
Imagine walking under these huge trees on a bright cool Sunday morning, it’s one of life’s simple pleasures.
Then seeing these flora on the sidestreets and on my neighbors’ gutters is really something…
Do you know that Bougainvilleas have bright colored leaves in varied forms and the only considered flowers are the smallest bloom at its center? This atypical plant trait can also be found in poinsettias that bloom their red or white leaves mostly during winter months or at least here in our country, every Christmas season until early March…
More than those colorful petals, I always like walking through a street near our place with bamboos. I like bamboo so much, not only because of its physical attributes as the tallest grass, but perhaps figuratively and literally, its ability to withstand any weather is such a character that can’t be found even in some tall trees. After bamboo grass grew its tallest, it bows and that for me is a metaphor of humility.
Seeing all those before reading my broadsheets, drinking my coffee and starting another week is indeed a blessing!