The high tide is slowly taking up space on the beach. The sun is already set and sharing its last brush strokes on a charmingly mellow sky. The sound of waves is crashing on the adjacent temple’s steps and, by no sheer coincidence, rumbles among the tables of people taking…
SAUDADE reminders keep showing up drawing more attention not minding the time and calling out significance gratitude memories longing values grief. ### listen
the messages almost sent the words almost spoken the conversations that never happened the feelings never felt endings.
visible or seen, fearless or fear less, idle or present.
coincidental encounters to be hugged require attention instead of thought seeing instead of wanting experiencing instead of insisting
The blurriness comes when the shades are down and the mind is rushing. Clarity comes from light being shed on what is underneath that rush.
I’m sitting on the 16th floor of a hotel in Jakarta. I have a thin slice of the city on the palm of my hand. In each corner or a nook wherever I look I find life and a short story. It’s evening. The city takes few last short breaths…
Saudade is a feeling that recently dominates my imaginative landscape and parts of my heart. It reminds me of the locations and people I met. For those curious of the meaning, the word itself comes from Portugese language and cannot be translated directly. Wikipedia makes an effort, to my liking,…
Start killing your darlings. One of the rules in photography, when preparing your material, during the selection phase is not to be afraid to kill your darlings. Darlings being all the photographs that you love, and probably only you understand. In a professional setting, personal preference does not matter (with…
The night comes with anxiety and anxiety brings friends when ignored
“Where there is a shadow there is also a souce of light” - said a friend of mine while referring to the work of Carl Gustav Jung. Our conversation concerned the ways of how our subconscious mind can hold us back in certain moments. How past and present…
I see the nooks, rocks, tiny sand peninsulas formed, as if accidentally, by the ocean. Walking, I notice the footsteps of others before me. The water evaporates on the hot as hell black beach sand. It creates a misty vail on the horizon. It’s soothing. It resets my internal systems.…
Note to self. Make space for new by going cart blanche. No reading, writing, free from thoughts of others.