At my lowest,
God is my HOPE
At my darkest,
God is my LIGHT
At my weakest,
God is my STRENGTH
At my saddest,
God is my COMFORTER.
Back to the days of kites
brought freedom and might
The higher I flew,
the farther my sight
made my future bright.
It’s A Good Thing I’m Not Born Today
Back to the days of streets
Where real friends
I truly met.
of the sun’s heat,
As long as I played
using both my hands and feet.
It’s A Good Thing I’m Not Born Today
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As soon as I read this week’s photo challenge, I went out for a while and luckily had this photo.
You can find other blogger’s thoughts on this week’s photo challenge about street life here.
Go on my darling, move away
but my love for you shall stay.
This day honey I set you free
but sweet memories shall remain in me.
Go forth, find your destiny
With someone you wanted through eternity.
But if fate leads you to a lonely room
remember, I’ll be waiting here at home.
This post is my share for today’s daily prompt with the theme “release”.
I’ve gone to school
they taught us numbers;
Figures and equations
I couldn’t even remember;
all the inches and meters;
All year long
every given semester;
Graduation at last
counted a lot of beers;
But then when at work
All I need are my fingers.
To where should I be?
If endless roads meet,
and my wings limit the sky as I flee.
To where should I stay?
If seasons change,
like any other place I played.
To where should I die?
If to dust shall I be
as time passes by.
Tell me, to where should I be?
A week after my return to work here in Jeddah, I began to explore my newly acquired fuji x100s for street photography.
I sold my Canon gear last year to be able to buy this very famous mirrorless camera from fuji. There are two major reasons why I change gear. First, my Canon DSLR’s shutter count is almost done. Secondly, I want a small and more discrete camera to use for my photography genre aside from landscape and still life which is street photography..
Photography here in Saudi Arabia doesn’t have that full freedom yet. There are places where photography is not allowed. Some people, especially Saudis are not that much open yet to be photographed by a stranger. (Note: women here are not allowed to be photographed). As a photographer, I respect there rules and regulations regarding photography.
To start my journey of documenting the streets and people’s lives here in Jeddah, I had a simple photowalk near my place. Later, I found out that most of the people living in that area are Pakistanis (I can recognize them through their clothes.) My purpose is not to fully focus on making photographs but to observe first how people will react on a person walking with a camera and how will they respond if they saw me shooting some things within the area. I also tried to observe if they will be that friendly if I greet them while I pass by. To make it short, I am just warming up. An introduction to my journey which I would like to take while I’m here in a foreign land.
As they say, street photography is very hard. One will be happy if he comes back with at least one successful good shot. Here are some shots from the photowalk.
I am surprised as I saw today’s Daily Prompt entitled on the road. Although its main objective is to show bloggers about “travel”, I still want to share this photo of mine taken from the streets of Baclaran, Manila, Philippines.
This might be a good literal cover photo for today’s theme, “On The Road”.
Here in Saudi Arabia, you can see a lot of things like this things abandoned in an empty lot.
In life, oftentimes our place in society depends on what kind of chair we sat upon. In offices, the manager has a better kind of chair than a simple employee. Kings have their own kind too. Look around. You can see people’s society status by simply looking on what kind of chair they’re using.
In life, we don’t have to change ourselves, only get better. We need to improve but keep who we really are. So aim for a better and improved quality chair, but don’t change how you sit. It’s you. You’re unique.
I wish peace. I long for serenity. I want calmness. I need happiness. I MISS HOME
Actually, time always stood still, every time I miss home. I’m working here in abroad while my family is in the Philippines. My wife is taking care of our first baby born child, now 12 days old.
Time stood still while I’m remembering each moment while we were together before I went abroad. Treasured moments of laughter and struggles. Things flashed back on my mind on how we become successful in overcoming trials together.
And if I could only tweak a thing, it would be being there for them even for a single moment to give them both a hug and a kiss.
I miss home.
I found it fascinating to shoot children. There are always something inside that made me smile and recall my own childhood. If I have the chance, I would definitely want to re-experience such moments.
In this vast and complicated world, some lessons can’t be found in our day to day routine. We just need to observe and listen to the actions from these innocent children.
The freedom to seize the day and leave all worries behind.
The courage of taking risk and choosing to go the extra mile.
The choice to share and co-exist freely.
To dream simply and find the true meaning of happiness.
To race with friends not with competitors no matter you loose or win. It’s the experience of being alive counts.
To just enjoy life. Live if full and simple. Let the world smile for us for we will only be in this world for a limited time and there will be no other chance but now.
Let us take time to listen to children. They have better messages for us compared to what we are showing them. If we could only be like them, then this world will be a better world to live in.
How about you? Do you ever miss your childhood? I bet you have a unique one, ‘coz if not, so sad it will not be fair enough.
I’ll make it simple for today’s daily prompt.
In every troubled times
the safest place for me is within my Lord’s embrace.
I am always welcome to Him with arms wide open.
And to make it sure it will remain open forever, He have His hands nailed.
At the Cross I bend my knee.
Here are my share for this day’s daily prompt challenge. Anything wrong with them?
A close window. A wall with some drawings most probably drawn by a child. What’s inside? Why is it close?
For some readers and viewers, the photo speaks nothing. But for a few, it can be something.