a hunger for beauty

Life takes you on a journey and often, you are not certain what the outcome may be. I have learned to occasionally look back at the past so that I could use those experiences to enhance and create a more pleasurable future. I promise myself to never wish or desire to return to the past when the present becomes too difficult, hopelessly daydream about the future when the present seems too boring, or prevent myself from accomplishing things in the present that will reap benefits in the future. In addition, I plan to love those in my life honestly, enjoy food from different cultures, find a reason to smile even when there is pain, embrace photography and explore the world around me with unveiled eyes. Sometimes my blog will contain artworks or graffiti that are not my own. I do not claim any rights for these works, and if I fail to credit them that is because I do not know the source. On the other hand, I will also post up some of my own artworks and will state that they are my own original pieces. This blog documents and filters my daily experiences and my current pleasures and hunger for all things beautiful.
Someone left these beautiful flowers at the Veteran’s Memorial in Washington D.C.

Someone left these beautiful flowers at the Veteran’s Memorial in Washington D.C.

Can’t get enough of this song/instrumental piece

This is probably my favorite picture that I have taken so far this year. I couldn’t believe how peaceful it was in Kosi Bay.

This is probably my favorite picture that I have taken so far this year. I couldn’t believe how peaceful it was in Kosi Bay.

Why is that we try to salvage what we have, only after we realize we are about to lose that special something? Is it enough to realize the mistake and ask for reconciliation? Or is it easier to simply let go and let live?

This is one of the three versions of Flavour’s song ‘Nwa Baby (Ashawo)’. I think my housemates are getting annoyed because I have had this song on repeat for the last couple of weeks (yes, weeks). I like to think of it as my little wake up alarm early in the morning and some Nigerian flavor in my morning cup. I haven’t figured out if I like it because of the colors in the video or if it is because the beat makes me question why I am not on the dance floor in a club. (Or maybe there was some subconscious bias because the video was shot in South Africa…regardless, this is some good music!)

Random wall art I came across while walking around on the Lower East Side. There is so much going on even though the artwork is not too complex. I think it should be titled Ecstasy Meets Despair and Passion…the little heart at the bottom says it all.
Sometimes there is the feeling of enveloping ourselves within ourselves and hiding in our secret, often forgotten places. That sounds a little depressing, but I think there is little room for a butterfly and sunshine interpretation of the work.

Random wall art I came across while walking around on the Lower East Side. There is so much going on even though the artwork is not too complex. I think it should be titled Ecstasy Meets Despair and Passion…the little heart at the bottom says it all.

Sometimes there is the feeling of enveloping ourselves within ourselves and hiding in our secret, often forgotten places. That sounds a little depressing, but I think there is little room for a butterfly and sunshine interpretation of the work.

I decided I wanted to take pictures of different rocks on walls, sidewalks and pathways to see if I can get a nice collage out of it. Doesn’t the last one look like a marble cake?…simply delicious :)

You may take a path and realize that you are the only one going on that journey. You’ll soon discover that those paths that are rarely taken, are the ones that lead to great adventures. I took this picture on the drive up to Montréal. I couldn’t believe there were no cars behind us.

You may take a path and realize that you are the only one going on that journey. You’ll soon discover that those paths that are rarely taken, are the ones that lead to great adventures. I took this picture on the drive up to Montréal. I couldn’t believe there were no cars behind us.

The outside of Basilique Notre-Dame de Montréal

The outside of Basilique Notre-Dame de Montréal