Stories with pictures and sometimes the other way around.
Tricia, un autre jardin.
Remember, the best light comes out at sunset.
Before I picked up a camera and went all photo-geek, I used to breakdance. Quite frequently actually. It was a time of my life when I thought being on the outside looked cool, and spinning on a floor raised my attractiveness levels to astronomical heights.
Oh, the things an actual relationship will teach you.
I don’t dance as much as I used to but it’s refreshing to watch the real enthusiasts go at it. Breakdancing is a language as universal as music. It’s aggressive, artistic, and oddly political.
And it’s a part of me I’ll never forget.
These two photos are dedicated to two of my best buds from college. One is a rock-climbing, guitar-playing math whiz and the other is a stone-blooded, piano-prodigious public speaker. I don’t know how we all ended up as friends but we did, and our adventures have seen a generous tirade of beautiful women, drunken escapades, and brushes with authority.
And we’ve survived it all.
These two awesome heterosexual gentlemen are both headed to California, taking with them a fresh perspective and bright aspirations. Part of me is happy for them. Their success is both inevitable and paramount. College has demonstrated this.
However, with them gone, the other half wonders if New Jersey can still be a place I call home. My brother has already moved to another state. My sister lives in New York now. And my parents are most likely shipping back to the Philippines within the next three years.
If home is where the heart is, my walls are being exported.
I used to laugh at people who put away their Christmas decorations mid-January. It’s one thing to leave them out due to laziness. But it’s a whole other beast to postpone the holiday out of wistful nostalgia.
These days I’m more tolerant of Christmas decor. On the east coast, winters are brutal. Chiseling away at your face brutal. I think some people leave their lights out to offset the cold. Illumination has that power to make you focus on spring warmth again. To make you forget that it’s 15 blistering degrees and snot is drooping from your nostril and so instead of shivering, you jump on a skating rink in Bryant Park and take pictures with your family.