Weekly Photo Challenge: Through


This past Saturday I, and two of my friends, took advantage of the beautiful day and wandered explored one of the parks of the town. To be quite honest, despite having lived in this town for approximately half a year, not once did it occur to me that there would be more than one park. I mean, they don’t call Kent the “garden of England” for nothing. For what I’ve seen so far of the area, it’s a very breathtaking place.

I’m posting two pictures from the day, the first is a view through the tree branches and you could see on the left the beam of the small arch that, apparently, they sometimes use for concerts? The dipping field (and or) the small patch of grass is where my friends and I spent a good chunk of time soaking in the sun.

Ahhh, good times…

This second picture is on our way back home. We were following the river that bisects the town, and it amazed me how we could have spent the majority of the afternoon being surrounded by nature, when only after fifteen minutes’ worth of walking we found ourselves back at the heart of town. The change in scenery was gradual, but the contrast took me by surprise.

Not quite through the bridge as it is going under it... but it's the same difference :P

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Contrast

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I just love the British countryside. It’s so… refreshingly wow. Y’know?

With the drooping leaves and the bright clouds, this is easily my favorite shot...

I’m taking the easy way out with this challenge and simply just took pictures of the sky with a shadowed foreground. Continue reading

Weekly Photo Challenge: Flowers


Who doesn’t love taking pictures of flowers? They are like nature’s fashion models, after all. That, and I believe they have magic powers — or at the very least some kind of hallucination drug — that make you believe you’re an actual photographer when you’re taking a picture of one.

The flower’s aren’t mine, sad to say, but my friend’s — well, my friend’s family’s. It’s from their back garden, actually. They have such pretty flowers, and I don’t know if it’s the cool, fresh air or just my eyes playing on me, but the flowers here in England are much nicer than the flowers in the Philippines. The colours are more vivid, for one thing. And for another, it seems British people are more into gardening than most Filipinos — well, just my grandparents, at any rate.

Unfortunately, my vast knowledge of the world does not include the names of particular flowers, so I don’t know what these ones are called. For all I know, they could be weeds. I doubt they are rare breeds or anything like that, but you’ve got to admit they are pretty.

Oh, and just for fun, here’s a little verse I found about flowers. It’s not the entire poem, so if you want to read it you’ll have to follow this link.

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Afternoon on a Hill”