Nymphaeales

From the dawn of civilization
Thought to be the womb of gods
Or the seeds of resurrection
We marvel at your ancient pods

Quintessential floating beauties
Dazzling by your colors
And your oversized peltate leaves
You inspired many painters

Travel

There are no greater riches than the memories you gather while roaming the world.

'Tis the season

This magical moment of the year

When trees forego their greenery

For a fantastic array of fiery shades

Soon they will cry golden tears 

And for a few months, resignedly, 

Wear a coat of pearly white flakes.

The Shopper

I do not do a lot of "street photography" because I am not comfortable taking pictures of people without them knowing. It feels like an invasion of privacy. But once in a while, I see something that I have to capture. I loved this lady hurrying passed me and crossing the red shadow from the store window lights.

Call Me Jack

"Jack of all trades, master of none." For a long time, I saw that as a hindrance. To me it meant that I was good at a lot of things but great at none. I wondered if I should focus on one single things and be the best at it. Now, I embraces all these talents that, in the end, make me who I am and give me my unique outlook on the world. I just have many strings to my bow. I like the newer version of this saying which gives it an entirely different meaning. "Jack of all trades, master of none, but oftentimes better than master of one."