I'd like to note, that I've had quadruple(maybe more) dejavu/premonitions about the action of writing this blog. What purpose that serves, no clue. Moving on~!
Ah~ Beauty. To me, it's everywhere. Stopping to smell the roses is something I love to do any time I'm able to do it.
First off, it helps to broaden your horizons and include looking at other things besides just roses. Try looking at the leaves next to the rose. That's how it started with me. I used to go for a walk and pick leaves I thought were interesting. By the time I got home, I'd look at all the leaves. Each one was so different from the other. Each one was beautiful.(I should've been a botanist, I know.)
You don't have to go far to find beauty. That's always the thing with 'smelling roses'. It's always right at your feet. In my case, today, it was right outside my door. I'll share with you my findings. Enjoy as I have.
Oop.. saw this guy where I was going to step. He was gentleman enough to let me take his picture. How nice of him.(Why it's a 'him', idk. He looks like a Zach to me.)
Ahh.. yes, yes. This pretty much comprises of my entire outside of my house. Rustness and wildness. It's funny because it doesn't look like that in the inside. I like it. What character.
The sunlight shown through and the gentle wind tossed it around. Beautiful.
I almost stepped on it. I'm happy I didn't even though the shell is empty.
The view up behind my house. It's cool that there's a slope. I feel so tall~ (rare for me) Some shingles are comin' off the roof. I wonder how that happened..especially since that's right above my bed.
Lady bug, Lady bug I see you~
Dos Ladybugs? Luuckky~
Last time I went back there I saw a monarch butterfly. It flew around me and hung out with me for awhile. It wasn't there today, but I heard a tiny bird in this tree. Maybe it was a baby callin' for it's mama.
I'm also a cloud lover. How can you not? Always changing. Always these huge things floating way, way up there above you. Almost like an animal. I wouldn't mind a pet cloud. I'd call him Cloudy. And if I had another one, I'd call him Stormy. You know, I think I shall go get me a pet cloud. I heard they're free and easy to take care of.
I almost feel like I could jump from rooftop to rooftop. Then ride Cloudy out to sea. Just like in my dreams.
What is it? Alien~
Hey, I see you pollutin' thar. Pearl Harbor from my house.
Juxtapose. It's what Pearl City's made out of.
Vines have a keen sense of adapting to their surroundings. Whatever it is, they'll find a way. I personally think it looks more beautiful with them there. Leave the vines!
I can hear the gentle wind blowing, my clothes in the washing machine and the next door neighbor's dog softly barking at someone walking by.
This picture looks tropical, almost jungle-like. Maybe I'll see a bengal tiger.
Cloudy helping himself to some sun. Must be hungry.
Red dirt. huh.
The side of my house. I've demolished some drywall, burned random stuff in a trashcan, thrown beer bottles, sprayed fake blood, cleaned a jello-filled kiddie pool, made out and cried my eyes out right there. And that's just ME. Let's call it drama-side of house. :D
Ti leaves. Please protect me.
These are all by my bedroom. Speshal me :D Their shadows dance into my room.
It danced for me as I took it's picture. Now forever beautiful to me in this picture even after it's gone.
An aged ladder.
Rusty nails in an old horse.
Maybe you should quit?
For some reason we are saving these.(I have a feeling it has to do with the fact that the household is 75% Filipino, 25% Portuguese) If I can think of a purpose for them, I would do so. Any suggestions? I have a secret gripe whenever I throw something away. I always can see it in a landfill, sometimes falling off a boat and into the ocean. :(
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