One of the reasons why I love walking is because I got the chance to capture art in the most ignored places.
The familiar places and faces that seem to be random and meaningless becomes a form of art.
Every random coincidences and routine chances becomes a story.
Every granite, every edifice.
Every stranger and familiar faces.
Every smell of that same yellow flowers every month of March.
Every breeze of December zephyr.
Every wet pavement of June.
Every sunsets and sometimes sunrise.
Every summer auburn leaves.
All becomes a story.
Beautiful.
Art.
Graffiti
Keep Me Posted
Rusty Pick-up Truck
Stay
Tired
To the Haze of the City and Go South
March
A Childish Grin and a Camera
The Godfather
Norwegian Wood
My Feet Roamed
Privilege
Defying Time
Drops of Jupiter
59
October's Fall
Autumn's Playlist
I know I'm not the center of the universe
But you keep spinning round me just the same.
Lovelock
Lives on Different Sides
Stigmatized
Stories Has 3 Sides
Calje Sto. Tomas
Thor
