Sunday, October 26, 2008
City nightlife won’t really lure me but instead it gives me time to relax by painting some photos. Sometimes we hanged out just to break the monotony of our daily routine but not that often. After a long strenuous habit in my work, I often go home by weekend spending time with my family and recurrently visit my parents who are still residing near the sea. Albeit in just a matter of a day, my weeklong exhaustion has been soothed by the grin of my daughter (Alexandra) and a care from my loving wife (Mailyn) but it’s all worth it. Our life is not for complaint but for satisfaction. It was also relaxing taking some photos of the sunset in our place especially when the sun seemed like floating in the sea with a fire-like burning rays and reflection. Sitting in the sand, watching my daughter playing and running around and feel the placidity of the sea was so invigorating. Children playing in the shore, as the sun changed its color, somehow made me reminisced my past. I’ve been there and done that. During my elementary days, I used to draw in the shore after school till murkiness fall. Stick was my pen, the sand was my canvas and the shore was my playground. Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on. I used to love its beauty thus, whenever Im home, I used to stay in my parent’s house after noon waiting for the sun to sink below the horizon.
“When I admire the wonder of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in worship of the Creator”… Mahatma Ghandi.