Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Flower Power - A Collection of Photos to Welcome Spring of 2011

My friend Rhodora and I have weekly trips to cupcake stores, restaurants, botanical gardens, tea houses, etc.  I guess when one reaches this age, there is a natural need to compensate yourself for the hard work that you've put in over the past few days...or simply to enrich what you already have in your bank of experiences, and have a first hand connection with anything that appeals the senses. 

So over the past couple of weeks, she and I have thought about going to see the cherry blossoms in the country's capital, but it never happened due to schedule conflicts.  But here in Virginia Beach, we found this quaint Japanese garden at the Red Wing Park and saw a row of beautiful cherry blossoms amidst a 50 degree weather.  They were absolutely gorgeous, so despite the threat of allergies, we stayed for a little bit and took pictures.

I am not a professional photographer, but I have the leanings to become one.  I have a decent Cybershot DSC-H20 point and shoot which does all the photography tricks my imagination can create, and of course, my partnership with Picnik makes my pictures look uberly dramatic, if not, stunning.

Yesterday, we visited the Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden in Richmond, VA and took photos of their beautiful blooms.

Although we were expecting quite a few more flowers (the rose garden has no flowers yet), I was quite pleased just chillin' with Rhodora and driving for a couple of hours out to Richmond. 

This weekend, I'm going to visit Jmom in Durham, NC and will request that we see the Sarah P. Duke Gardens. My Cybershot and I will be very busy, that's for sure :)

Saturday, March 12, 2011

We Saw Our Worlds Through Different Spectacles

"Hindsight is always 20/20..." That's what the priest had said. 
Looking back, I take stock of things and ask myself about pain...
Now everything is crystal clear...
Pain is what I brought  upon myself because I had a choice.
I chose to continue seeing you despite knowing the truth.
I chose to love you and tried to love you as a friend...but the heart can't be taught.

You made me feel special because that's what you thought was appropriate. would have been better if we just acted upon our instincts and did not share endearing moments.
Afterall, we're biological beings...
But we're also feeling beings...

When you had put your hand in mine, you called it touch...
When you rubbed my hand with your fingers, I call it comfort.

When you knelt in front of me to remove my shoes, you called it duty.
When you did it in purpose, time and again, I call that gallantry.

When you cooked dinners and shared recipes, you thought that was friendship...
When you reached over to put food in my mouth, I felt it more like bliss.

When you had let me sit beside you to watch a movie, you called that entertainment...
When you pulled me down to lay my head on your thighs, rubbed my arms with your fingers, shouldn't I call that affable kindness?

When we were alone and intimate, you called that a "need".
When you had put your arms around me, and nuzzled on my neck, there was overpowering warmth.

When you asked to be picked up, you said it was a returned favor...
Oh I was so happy to oblige...didn't think you can be vulnerable.

This list can go on as we saw our worlds through different spectacles.

Too didn't see with your heart, Kerry W.

Until one of us goes blind and decides to depend on what the other sees, I surmise that I shall never see you again, my friend.  My tears aren't enough to drown this truth in my consciousness.  It's a quiet chaos that pinches my heart each time a memory flashes before me.  I beg you...eleven months is not easy to erase.  I move on with uncertainty, pushing this feeling aside, as if I can contain it.

We saw each other's world through different spectacles.  We'll never see eye to eye.
The feeling is's's about to succumb.

Let it not resurface.

Sunday, March 06, 2011