Killing Time

How do I kill time?
Let me count the ways.

By worrying about things
Over which I have no control.
Like the past.
Like the future.

By harboring resentment
and anger
over hurts
real or imagined.

By disdaining the ordinary
or, rather, what I
so mindlessly
call ordinary.

By concern over what's in it for me,
rather than what's in me
for it.

By failing to appreciate what is
because of might-have-beens,
should-have-beens,
could-have-beens.

These are some of the ways
I kill time.

Jesus didn't kill time.
He gave life to it.
His own.

- Leo Rock, SJ

The Ateneo de Samal

Isang araw habang abala ang araw sa paggising sa umaga, isang tropa ang nagpasyang pumunta sa IGACOS upang magpahinga, kumain, maligo, maglakad at mahiga sa buhangin. Mabuti at merong isang kapirasong lupa ang Ateneo de Davao sa Samal Islang, merong dagat na maliliguan ang mga guro at mag-aaral.

Heto ang ilan sa mga kulay:


The Ateneo de Davao's beach in Island Garden City of Samal

More pictures,


The sun did its best, see our faces.


Igy: The man behind the camera, becomes the subject of it.


The Great Wall of Miguel


Camille and Tito Elvi


Berns and Auau


Light moments with Fyodor Alec

IMaGes

During intense moments in the my experiments with visuals, I rarely see vivid photos which capture the essence of passion and sweetness. Nay, very rare. The real emotion is ambulatory until the photographer "CREATES" the photograph. There, it becomes eternity.



And when it comes to mimetic art, it seems the infancy stage of art appreciation is fixated. It tries to appropriate to itself what's visually representative of what it hungers for, perhaps ... even beyond infancy stage. Interesting.