For the past few months I’ve been trying to capture frozen moments of unsullied smiles, honest sorrows, naked fearlessness and candid yearnings. Here are a few of them that I am (finally) not shy to share.
Thinking
My grandfather locked in his thoughts. Wherever that is, the look he makes of it is somehow gripping.
Soaked
Beaches are popular during the new year (or at least from where I grew up, it is). My family have spent new years and new years (and some new years more) of good food, sands and uninhibited karaokiing on a beach house. They say the water symbolizes an act of cleansing. I’m not much of a fan on these things, but hey, there’s nothing frolicly ill with the idea of cleansing yourself as you brace yourself for another year.
This is my six-year old cousin Christian caught soaked and tanned during our new year getaway.
Hands in Love
I delight with an overwhelmed heart capturing this. Christmas day, my 83-year old lola’s hand holding my 86-year old lolo’s hand. And I hear people say love is extinct at this nameless age and time. I guess they must mean to say it is rare.
Fixed in Red
Two syllables. Tatum. She looks candidly aweless here, you wouldn’t have a single clue how this girl wrecks havoc when she starts pulling her mad strings for comedy. ^^
Blown Away
Eunice looking effortlessly fabulous even with her hair flying all over.
People tell you stories through furrowed brows, age lines, crooked smiles and fearless eyes. They don’t even have to say anything. You look at them and they speak to you through these stock-still moments.
