The C-Spot: A Photography, Travel and Culture Journal

Sunrise. Although I love sunsets, for me sunrise is the best time of the day. Yes, even better than Sunset. Sunrise is an affirmation of life. The smell of the fresh morning air is proof positive that yes, we are alive. The sea breeze is more gentle, too. And the quiet deserted beach with its sand a little bit moist from last evening's condensation beckons small living creatures to wallow in the mist of morning. Capturing sunrise is also a challenge to me, the hopeless nocturnal creature that I am. It is thus no ordinary feat for me to be able summon my lazy sleepy bones very early in the morning and shoot the photos below. Perhaps its just be me, but I think I just got a bit lucky to chance upon these scenes below. I post them here mostly for my own self-indulgence. But if you guys find pleasure in them as well, then so be it and be it so. Besides, such beauty is too much for one person to keep. It must be shared. Like Death, Beauty comes to us in silence... T...

Beauty is fleeting, they say. I was reminded of this just a few hours ago when I caught a glimpse of the gleaming golden setting Sun seen from our balcony. It took me a few minutes to scamper about and rush back to my room to get my camera. By the time I was able to take a few shots, the beauty I beheld for a moment was gone - gone in seconds - and never to show itself the same way ever again. Nevertheless, I savored whatever was left of the beautiful view. Every second of it. Whenever I see something beautiful, I must give thanks and I break into a smile. This is my silent tribute to Beauty. And as a sign of my gratitude, I try to capture such beauty and share it with others. This way, even as beauty is fleeting, it becomes eternal. Allow me to share with you three of such beautiful sunset view. (And my imaginary conversation with it this afternoon in the twilight). This is the Sun telling me, "I'm still here!" And here's the Sun telling me, ...

Saw this in one corner of S&R Membership Shopping Store the other night. As the saying goes, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." My version, "Beauty can be found in every corner." These are polypropylene plastic chairs stacked one on top of another. The image below is what I caught in the corner of my eye while traveling on the elevated highway on my way home one day. And one more (for good measure). This is how sunset looks like when you're upside down, hehehe... *All photos taken by a Blackberry Curve cellphone

Cecill and I watched the moon tonight as it rose from the east up to where it was almost over head. We turned off the lights on our front yard and sat on our Batibot chair and just sat there quietly staring at the moon as a few clouds passed by hiding it momentarily only to emerge again in all its glorious brilliant silver light. I like staring at the full Moon. It's the only celestial body which I can fix my eyes on without straining them. And of course, I (and everybody else) cannot stare at the Sun. While we sat there, head turned upward, we started to talk about something, anything, everything. At some point, it was getting awkward and my neck was getting quite strained. But we kept on looking at that beautiful wonderful full Moon. Later, we decided to go back into the house and agreed to stop the Lunacy. Well, it's nice to be a lunatic but only once in a while (and when you know you're not alone). Hehehehe... Below are photos I took earlier, i.e. before ...

With two much older siblings, Chito found himself playing alone most of the time during his childhood days. A typical scene would be Chito staring at the image of his older brother Eddie's back disappearing in the distance as Eddie made his way in his bike out of the narrow esquinita fronting their house to join his buddies in some corner store a distance away from their house. Chito then makes his way back to their house and sees his sister Tita who's about eight years his senior, playing girls stuff with a couple of other girls. He then goes up to the second floor of their house and finds his mom focused on ironing some clothes. He sees his father in the nearby chair fully absorbed in reading the papers. Feeling a little dejected, Chito goes back down to the front yard and wanders about in the small neighborhood that lines a small river. A short distance away, he sees other boys congregating at the foot of an old Sampaloc tree. A smile breaks on his face and he rushes to joi...

I just updated my Picasa photo editor and I'm just trying out some tricks on photo editing. My subject for this experiment is my dog, Brigham. He's a mixed breed of Golden Retriever and local askal. Got him from a puppy vendor when he was just four weeks old. He was also my model when he was just a puppy for my blog about how to put watermark on photos (below):