I see Beauty in many things. And like the ghosts that only speak to you if you notice them, they tell me wondrous tales. With my camera and my thoughts, I captured these as faithfully as I can to share with you. And by doing so, they gave me the reasons. And though the thousand reasons may not all be sweet and some indeed bitter; they are still reasons to live. Come to think about it, that is Life, isn't it?
I've had just enough time... to say farewell but I'm not sure about the return...
This is my dead bonsai plant that I found too beautiful to stay dead...
Farewell, my friends. I regret to write this note.
But my health took a turn for the worse and I’ve to spend more time managing it which did not leave me quite enough time to write – at least not in the quality or with the same passion I had been sharing with all of you, my friends.
So I sought to "revive" it to give it everlasting beauty...
Recent events have also forced me to redirect my attention to other more pressing matters and is another reason why I have to leave.
I don’t know when or if I will be back. Maybe, one fine day after I licked my problems and the sun is shining brightly; I may just find the energy to do it all again. Nothing is definite in life; that much I know.
To remind me that memory can preserve beauty forever...
So meanwhile, it is farewell. Thank you for all the beautiful moments. I will cherish them and the memories of some of you will never fade, you know who you are. I did not have time to say individual goodbye so I apologize for saying it here. Sorry.
I hate long drawn out goodbyes so this is it, I’m turning my back and walking away with heavy steps. The leaves are falling...
Something will never die if we don't let it... It may not live on in its original form but it can still live - In other different but no less beautiful way...
I've had just enough time to... make the best of what I have left.
Taken in Bali from a vehicle.
Yesterday when I was young The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue. I teased at life as if it were a foolish game, The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame. The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned I'd always built to last on weak and shifting sand. I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day And only now I see how the years ran away.