STORYBOOK FOR A CAUSE: Artwork & Life Stories

 Viewed from a distance, there are strange human faces  carved naturally on this side of the mountain.  Old woman and a young man..  Once you see the images, you seem to be seeing more.. .. and they would appear different each time  There was a story of a woman who suffered so much pain. She ended her agony on this cliff. She slid down onto a crag, and her soul may now be in a deep painless oblivion. Then.. a man on a drunken stupor fell as he ran blindly in the dark, slipping on the carpet of pine needles, then down the cliff into nothingness.    The arch of pinetrees may had been a bait for confused souls. It has a magnet to the edge of nowhere. What mystery does Mount Mong-o hold?  Interesting. But the images may just be incidental structures formed in time by the forces of nature. Poignant images of a late afternoon as we eke out meanings for Mong-o.   Photo/info ...

Choose always the way that seems the best, however rough it may be; custom will soon render it easy and agreeable. Pythagoras   " Our purpose here is to become the best version of ourselves that we possibly can .." livinglifefully.com "I took the road less traveled by/and that has made all the difference..." Robert Frost   Photos taken at the Greenhouse, Brent School, Baguio City, August 2011. B y Lepan

The beauty of the flowers peeked out from their shady corners. From a distance, they looked mundance. But the memory they provide is priceless. It is a constant reminder of the beauty of life and living.   Blessings we enjoy daily, and for most of them, because be so common, we forget to pay our praises. But let not us, because it is a sacrifice so pleasing to Him who still protects us, and gives us flowers and showers and contentment. Izaak Walton The simple things are the most consistent - they're the things that make us feel good over and over, that make us see the beauty and joy and goodness of the world in small  doses. ... Flower everyday is a constant reminder of the beauty of life and living. And if I feel an impluse in my heart to say "thank you" to the flower, it's all the better, for then my gratitude joins with the beauty and creates something even more.   livinglifefully.com/  

By: Lepan    The flowers of the Birds of Paradise threw crimson in the air like spiked rays of the sun. But they were no match with the spirited wind, swaying them like frozen birds in flight. Their leaves flapped in tatters, their stems bent like broken poles. Photo by Joel Aliping The other Birds of Paradise stood proud despite getting stripped, their colors ablaze under the sun. They knew for sure, the gardener would take care of what was left of them. Poking underneath the Birds of Paradise, I found flowers, so pale and fragile. They looked haggard, but unlike the Birds of Paradise who stood secure, they struggled to keep planted on the ground. They are the Ghost Flowers, thriving on decay, growing obscure on dense fungi, with no leaves and color; but they have their own story to tell. Unlike the other flowers, they were not cultivated by the gardener. They grew on their own, and they could be uprooted anytime. They crept out of th...