tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35790706243939024892024-03-13T11:26:26.850+08:00A Photo DialogueA photo dialogue between husband and wife, sharing a love for photography.Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126538729900923585noreply@blogger.comBlogger290125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579070624393902489.post-19511634341371028672014-07-30T21:20:00.001+08:002017-05-07T11:07:22.988+08:00Transgressions <a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/jasantosphotos/14373567353" title="Untitled"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/4/3879/14373567353_cd79b9582c_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="Untitled"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script><br />
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Culture is not static; it is not a given. As transgressive as this may sound to the unenlightened, culture is dynamic. Traditions, practices, and values do change and often should change -- especially those which reinforce (both subtly and overtly) feudalism, imperialism, patriarchy, commodification, and other forms of oppression. <br />
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However, to question, problematize, and dare to act differently from what the dominant in society expects is to risk more than just career and reputation. It's to risk being labeled and treated as a misfit and much worse. Even if one's views and actions are based on a rational and principled stance, too few will understand and many will cry out: "Why are you rocking the boat? Why don't you act in the proper way expected of you?"<br />
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Utterances based on solid evidence and honest assessment yet deviate from the cultural norm? Unacceptable. Assertions of one's agency and autonomy? That's not how things are done. <br />
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And to engage in critical discourse -- as you recently remarked -- is to "open up a can of worms no one wants to discuss". Women, in particular, are expected to be deferential and ever so compliant, for culture is clearly integral to social control. Still, to challenge this hegemony, whether openly or privately, can be liberating and refreshing, consequences be damned. But discourse is not enough. It is never enough.<br />
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Jo<br />
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Your rose isn't red though, but it's quite fine.
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For me, roses, have value even though it isn't Valentines day. The same way Santa Claus for me, exists even though it's not yet Christmas. Like, shouldn't we remember our moms and dads all year through and not just mother's day or father's day?
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*Santa Claus and his bird house in the middle of glare of the afternoon sun.Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126538729900923585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579070624393902489.post-7731452249544114992014-03-07T21:49:00.000+08:002017-05-07T11:09:18.354+08:00At Hardin<a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/jasantosphotos/13575666803/in/datetaken/" title="Untitled"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/8/7147/13575666803_4046a6ddf3_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="Untitled"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script><br />
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You once asked me why there are no roses at Hardin ng Rosas. I replied that I had actually found one during my daily walks -- a rare rose that I would show you someday. Here it is along with more familiar sights of this quiet place. This garden of sorts in the middle of the city. The place where I recover.<br />
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Jo<br />
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I decided to come back to you. It was a long walk but always worth it. I mean, getting exercise and visiting your beloved?
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Along the way, I saw a tree topped with red bougainvillea flowers. I decided to take a break and rest in the red-tinted shade.
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*red bougainvillea flowers giving lush redness over a leafless tree.
Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126538729900923585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579070624393902489.post-55224436974586530852014-02-12T10:22:00.000+08:002014-03-09T22:20:33.312+08:00for two<iframe src="https://www.flickr.com/photos/22541227@N00/12470264075/player/68296e348a" height="480" width="640" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen></iframe>
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I thought of resting. All that walking tired me so I went to the mall to get some refreshments. Tray in hand, I saw this table and thought of sitting there. But the chairs weren't that inviting and the table was meant for two.
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It wasn't for me. Not now though. I went on to look for another one.
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*table with two dressed chairs at sm north.Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126538729900923585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579070624393902489.post-89521581261506446092014-02-10T04:13:00.002+08:002014-03-09T22:26:49.740+08:00look up<iframe src="https://www.flickr.com/photos/22541227@N00/12412581423/player/5f3ba95300" height="480" width="640" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen></iframe>
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I eventually went down the bus, though, as I saw the conductor was not going to fulfill his promise. I continued my walk.
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A lot has changed in our surroundings. Open spaces are becoming more and more scarce. Space has to be maximized. Filled up, it seems, with only consumerist establishments.
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The story would always go something like this: a place was once just full of grass. <i>Talahiban lamang siya</i>, but now, there is a mall or a subdivision where grass once was. Progress.
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I tend to look up a lot nowadays. To cherish the sight of the sky and the clouds. Clouds are the new grass now, fewer and fewer to be seen. The <i>talahiban</i>, the sky? Yes, the sky would soon be gone and filling it up, to maximize space, will be the condominiums.
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*Chinatown roofs with a worker
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Well, that didn't take long. I found myself inside a bus, looking out the window, commuting again.
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The bus conductor was an effective barker. He held out his signs and offered some promises: "Lalakad na." (It's gonna leave now.)
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*bus conductor holding route signs at Roxas Blvd. Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126538729900923585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579070624393902489.post-8908962588574935092014-02-05T17:11:00.001+08:002014-02-05T17:11:34.117+08:00pedestrian crossing<iframe src="https://www.flickr.com/photos/22541227@N00/12318208263/player/b8e4efbd87" height="800" width="480" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen></iframe>
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I think I don't have to wait for it. For now that is. Let me try walking, see what I can discover.
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Of course, I'll tell you all about it.
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*Hardin street, UPJordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126538729900923585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579070624393902489.post-90320486729258106142014-02-02T22:41:00.000+08:002014-07-31T13:12:15.894+08:00red light<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="468" mozallowfullscreen="" msallowfullscreen="" oallowfullscreen="" src="https://www.flickr.com/photos/22541227@N00/12269421414/player/57b3169448" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="640"></iframe>
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Hey dear,
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Still waiting for it to turn green.
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Should I wait or just beat it to move on?<br />
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jordan
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*North Avenue corner Mindanao interesectionJordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126538729900923585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579070624393902489.post-79355912802530780952013-09-21T13:06:00.002+08:002014-07-31T13:09:37.145+08:00the long, open road<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22541227@N00/9848091863/" title="buko juice vendor with flag sando at morato by rjordanpsantos, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2840/9848091863_beae280dc8_c.jpg" width="600" height="800" alt="buko juice vendor with flag sando at morato"></a>
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Yes, a long way to go. I think our country would soar if it would concentrate only on our flag's basic color meanings: white for equality and fraternity, blue for peace, truth, and justice, and red for patriotism and valor.
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The sun, the stars, and their meanings are but unnecessary burdens carried by the people, if you ask me. Alas, they are burdens we are forced to carry. Government and geographical boundaries are important, even if they seem to be the root of all current conflicts.
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*Buko vendor with a sunless and starless Philippine flag basketball shirt, plying the roads of Tomas Morato on a gloomy, rainy day.Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126538729900923585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579070624393902489.post-81621010303910133802013-09-05T12:41:00.000+08:002013-10-19T10:27:48.190+08:00Openness <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jasantosphotos/9588314584/" title="Untitled by JA.Santos (Jo), on Flickr"><img alt="Untitled" height="426" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7347/9588314584_4ce301295d_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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Yes, the road to acceptance is still fraught with obstacles. When I consider my friends, relatives, and loved ones who are transgender, bi, lesbian, or gay, I am proud of them and cherish their being part of my life. However, when they encounter bigotry and homophobia, I grit my teeth in anger. For when homophobes insult my friends and loved ones, they are insulting me, as well.<br />
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I remain hopeful, though, that the tide is changing. And that history will not look kindly upon homophobes and their narrow-minded, hateful attitudes and behaviors.<br />
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Jo<br />
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True, Gay beauty pageants have been the grassroots venue of acceptance for our queens. Little by little, acceptance is coming. But a long way still we must go. Until two helmets can kiss each other in public and not be looked down upon, we must continue the struggle for acceptance.
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jordan
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*two helmets kissing while the owners return, looking displeased at the scene they find.
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You mentioned chess in your last post, but it's a game that I never learned to play properly. I can barely remember what the Rook, Pawn, Knight, Bishop, King, or Queen are allowed to do.<br />
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Speaking of Queens, here are some who made this recent neighborhood fiesta in Manila all the more dazzling and brighter. From what I've seen, gay and transgender beauty pageants are as much a part of life here as most other traditions. And if that's a sign of acceptance and pride for LGBT Filipinos, then I'm all for it.<br />
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Jo<br />
080213Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579070624393902489.post-65701454727517508002013-07-26T14:40:00.002+08:002013-07-26T15:02:45.026+08:00said woman, take it slow...<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22541227@N00/9366593239/" title="medieval chess set01 030813 by rjordanpsantos, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5500/9366593239_bcc16e595e_z.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="medieval chess set01 030813"></a>
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It’s been ages since you last posted, with a deluge of
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I have resigned myself to the idea that this dialogue of
ours was no longer to continue. I say this without drama, only with facts that
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Yet you replied, made your move, in a chess game where the set
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I make my move, and like
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</i> <i>"Do not measure in terms of time: one year or ten years means nothing. For the artist there is no counting or tallying up; just ripening like the tree that does not force its sap and endures the storms of spring without fearing that summer will not come. But it will come. It comes, however, only to the patient ones who stand there as if all eternity lay before them—vast, still, untroubled. I learn this every day of my life, I learn it from hardships I am grateful for: patience is all."</i><br />
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- Rainer Maria Rilke<br />
Letters to a Young Poet<br />
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Thanks for your patience, dear. And sorry for the delay in replying to your post. As we weather storms and other challenges, there's still so much to be grateful for and to learn from. Even in these small glimpses of the everyday.<br />
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Jo<br />
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sorry dear, but I got distracted by this tasteful symmetry, roasting just about right. you were saying?<br />
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jordan<br />
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*double headed lechong baboy being roasted along the pluto avenue sidewalk.Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126538729900923585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579070624393902489.post-90818186622172417642013-04-05T00:55:00.001+08:002017-05-07T11:14:29.757+08:00Burning bright<a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/jasantosphotos/7117867013/" title="Untitled"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/8/7124/7117867013_38de0d4f8b_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="Untitled"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script><br />
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A rising tiger, they say? Sounds like hot air to me. I wonder how that translates for the ordinary man on the street like this vendor who survives by selling cheap balloons -- fishes, horses, cartoon characters, and tigers, as well. Dare one frame the "fearful symmetry" here, I wonder.<br />
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Jo<br />
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Speaking of growth, I've read somewhere that our country is Asia's new rising tiger.<br />
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I remember the days when he was just your regular tiger, floating around, trying to get by, still using a payphone in this day and age of mobile phones.<br />
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Have you heard from him? He hasn't been returning calls ever since the news came out. He might now be hobnobbing with the rich and famous for all I know.<br />
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Jordan<br />
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*Tiger balloon at a pay phone along Session Road, Baguio Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126538729900923585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579070624393902489.post-65127103881750020722013-03-11T16:57:00.002+08:002017-05-07T11:17:17.956+08:00Growth<br />
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Growing, learning, adapting, and embracing.<br />
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Here's a bit of the "romantic-realist" (as you call it) view while walking around UP campus.<br />
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Jo<br />
031113<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579070624393902489.post-22409311527219550302013-02-25T12:06:00.000+08:002013-02-26T10:02:05.788+08:00let love growYes, let us leave the romanticism to the youth.
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And may they grow to be romantic-realists like us.
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And on a side note, you also have yet to give me flowers during Valentine's.
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jordan
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*young and old couples amongst the crowd at Angeles City during last year's Holy Week.Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126538729900923585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579070624393902489.post-18023392464054100342013-02-22T12:28:00.001+08:002017-05-07T19:51:20.868+08:00More than words<a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/jasantosphotos/8478035536/" title="Untitled"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/9/8512/8478035536_48df2dc643_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="Untitled"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script><br />
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So what if you didn't give me flowers or a gift on Valentine's Day? It's just a day, like any other, except for the ubiquitous commercialism and social pressure that surrounds it. You and I have learned, as we get older, that the real practice of love is not limited to some holiday or mere display. In any case, you joined me at the One Billion Rising event, part of a worldwide campaign to end violence against women and children. That was more than enough for me.<br />
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Indeed, as I walked the nearby streets that night, I could see that much in our culture and society reflects various levels of inequality and violence. The more necessary it is then for events like this to inspire and engage many women, men, and children to stand up against brutality, against subjugation, and struggle for a better future.<br />
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Jo<br />
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So how did our Valentine's day go, considering our state of communication? Have we arrived at that stage where we look at Valentine's with zen-like wisdom that Buddha would approve?<br />
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Did we handle it well, acknowledging its existence, but not being overwhelmed by the commercialism surrounding it?<br />
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Or are you gonna come out clean that you wish I had given you flowers?<br />
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Jordan<br />
021613<br />
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*Buddha over a couple cutout at Tomas Morato last Valentine's Day/Thursday.<br />
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Whatever the future brings, surely the love for words, languages, and face-to-face interactions will continue.<br />
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Just like the other day, when we stumbled upon a Scrabble competition at an ordinary Cubao mall and watched Filipinos compete in something other than boxing, pageants, music shows, and the like. How gratifying it was to witness the young and old face each other, displaying their knowledge of words, skill at strategy, and ability to think quickly. Here were players sitting across tables, not just engaging the other through a screen. So despite the growth of digital media, there's still hope that games and gatherings like these will not become obsolete.<br />
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Jo<br />
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All talk about communication in our age would always come to the part of reminiscing what it was years ago. Phone lines that took years to acquire, long distance calls that cost an arm and a leg, letters that are handwritten, stamps that need to be licked at the back, electric signals of various progressions, men in horses riding like the wind. Smoke with varying colors and shapes.<br />
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What will the future bring? What new means of "getting in touch" will there be that would make texting, skyping and twitter nostalgia fodder? Telepathy perhaps? Teleportation? Clones meant to fill in for you whenever you are away, their memories downloadable afterwards for you to be there after the fact?<br />
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How will it compare to two trees trying to keep in touch through their branches even though they are far apart?<br />
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Jordan<br />
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*Tree branch silhouettes at UP Diliman.Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126538729900923585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579070624393902489.post-28855697989386778052013-01-17T23:59:00.001+08:002017-05-07T11:20:59.340+08:00Faraway, so close*<a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/jasantosphotos/8320578764/" title="Untitled"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/9/8219/8320578764_3dfc1f22e9_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="Untitled"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script><br />
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Even though you took a long time to post a reply, I still thought about showing you some of the scenes from my travels -- disparate images that might (or might not) make sense to you when strung together. A quiet peek at what I saw and my impressions.<br />
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Now that I'm back, moving forward with our life together isn't contingent on this online dialogue. It never has been. Offline, our real dialogue continues, which includes washing my share of the dishes and trying your latest culinary experiment.<br />
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And just as the small text in the last photo reads: "Objects in mirror are closer than they appear."<br />
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Jo<br />
011713<br />
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*Borrowing the title of a Wim Wenders flickUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0