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Salungát sa liwánag ‖ Backlit photography
In the last days of winter Naglalakad kasalubong ang sumisika araw, binati ako ng mga larawang ito: Una, ang nalalabing susuki (すすき, 薄). Namumukadkad sila tuwing Oktubre at nananatili hanggang taglamig. Lumalabas ang kanilang kariktan tuwing naiilawan at pinagmamasdan sila kaharap ang araw. Pangalawa, ang stained glass na bakod ng tulay ay ngayon ko lang […]
Bahâ sa Espanya. Waláng-pások
A street scene in Manila Rain pours from heaven but life goes on in the city of Manila. Floods are eternal in Manila. People have learned to live with them.
Bokeh effect
Studies on night illumination Christmas illumination at Hongodai Station Bokeh at sunsire
The insignificance of leaves
If the leaves don’t ripen and fall to the ground, or when we can no longer see them (because the trees have gone), we may be walking in the desert.
And because they ripen and fall, we feel the passage of time, the cycle of nature. Just like my moustache, beard and silver hair that continues to go wild, time moves and flies.
I’m jealous
Pampas blossoms Along the road, I am taking pictures of pampas blossoms. An elderly lady passes by; she pauses and asks:‘Why do you like taking their pictures?’‘I’m jealous of them.’‘What about?’I take off my hat.‘Their hair.’The old lady laughs and smiles.‘What are you talking about,’ she says and leaves.
Moonlight Sonata in the Time of Coronavirus
Beauty amidst the continuing pandemic Moonlight Sonata in the Time of CoronavirusAt 1.30 in the morning, moonlight floods into the room. This type of light always returns in the winter.On my way to the toilet, this scene stunned me. I opened the window to let the moonlight linger directly into the room for a moment. […]
The world wide web
Is for catching momijis Hindi bale na wala akong mahuling kulisap o gamu-gamo ngayon hapon.Sapat nang dalawin ako ng mga dahong-momiji. It matters not that I didn’t catch any bugs or moths this afternoon.I shall content myself with the charms of momiji leaves.
A broken cup
Shadows in the winter My cup is armless but still can hold cafe au lait in November.
Larawanismo Japan-Philippines 
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