Two Weddings and a Funeral

Several years back, I witnessed the weddings of a couple of friends. One got married in 2010 and the other in 2013.  Today, I hold their babies in my arms.  That warm fuzzy feeling of new life, the promise of fresh hope, the dreams of a future yet untold.


Yes, spring is here.

And in the same moment in time, I am informed that a long-time friend has passed on, yet another victim of cancer.  Not much older than me, I wonder why her life has been cut short.

Yet that is what the seasons are all about. Spring is not just about new life.  Spring is also about renewal - of a time when the circle of life come a full turn.

Little Flowers

 Parked under a tree last night and in the ensuing rain that fell, a whole bunch of little flowers fell on the car.  Little flowers, petite and gentle.  

And as I drove home that night, I hear the words of that hymn

Softly and tenderly, Jesus is calling

Calling for you and for me

See on the portals, He's waiting and watching.

Watching for you and for me

Come home, come home

Ye who are weary, come home

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling

Calling, oh, sinner come home.

Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading?

Pleading for you and for me

Why should we linger and heed not His mercies?

Mercies for you and for me.

Come home, come home

Ye who are weary, come home

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling

Calling, oh, sinner come home.

Oh, for that wonderful love He has promised

Promised for you and for me

Though we have sinned, He has mercy and pardon

Pardon for you and for me

Come home, come home

Ye who are weary, come home

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling

Calling, oh, sinner come home

Calling oh, sinner come home

Good Friday

Somewhere out there is this guy who is looking to find images of the Stations of the Cross.

Not just any image, only one particular one - the Sixth Station.

He says that of all the 14 stations, it is at the Sixth Station where a person voluntarily steps out from the crowd to help.

It's an interesting point and I thought about it.  There were a lot of gawkers and followers on that final journey.  The women of Jerusalem just stood there and wailed.  Simon of Cyrene was co-opted to help Jesus carry the cross because the soldiers feared he won't make it alive to be crucified.

So indeed, Veronica was the only one who willingly came up to help.

And if there is anyone out there reading my posts, this is one guy who needs a hand.

https://www.facebook.com/ProjectSixthStation

Little Me

I looked up and realised how small I was.

A mere speck in the cosmos.

First Love

When I first took up photography and bought my first SLR, I headed to the park where I knew there would be countless opportunities to capture great shots.  There were plants and shrubs, little critters and fish.  The plants and flowers were cooperative enough.  The fish weren't.  And of all the other creatures there, the dragonfly was the most cooperative.  Left alone, they sit motionlessly on thin stalks over the lily pads, waiting for me to capture the right moment in the right light.

So today, I dedicate this photo to the first dragonfly which posed ever so patiently for me.  That dragonfly, long gone back to the Maker, was captured on 35mm film and lost somewhere in my multitude of photos.  But tucked away in my memory, is that day I spent in the park going through a few rolls of film before calling it a day.

It's the same with first loves.  We don't really remember the date or every single detail.  But we remember the moments.  And long after it is over, when the hair turns grey, we still remember.

We do not really forget because memories are what make our lives special.

I still remember.