Sunset over Chendering

At low tide, the inch deep water reflects the dipping sun and little rocks bask in its waning light.

Off to the east larger rocks lie and remain ever visible despite the changing tides.

I used to come here oft as a child and memories of fun and laughter come flooding through.

We've all grown up now and although, my dearest beach's still here... those days are but sadly long gone.

Seaweed

Water Lilies

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Water Lilies in Watercolour

Whilst visiting Port Dickson, I took photographs of some water lilies (which I will post up soon).

These here are the "morphed" versions made to look like they were painted...

Quaint Paint

I was looking through some photographs I took in a park nearby my home and came across this bunch of red flowers.

I toyed around with it in Photoshop and came up with this effect—a rather quaint looking painting...quite different from the tropical punch feeling of the original shot.

I kinda liked it. I still do.

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A Place Called Sadness

In my selfishness, in my solipsism,

I confined myself to a place called Sadness.

There I dwelt in tears, with hands balled into fists pounding on the earth with the question, "Why?"

I have not since found the answer to,

All the sorrow that pierced me through,

But in that sad sad miserable place,

I realized something I did misplace,

It was gratitude.

Gratitude for gifts such as these:

Eyes that see rainbow colors shimmering on soap bubbles smelling of vanilla ice-cream,

Ears that hear beautiful music playing over the radio or the gentle pattering of rain in spring,

Hands to pull close the ones I so love,

Feet to carry me through the meadows and over mountains above,

And with great remorse I fell to my knees,

To count the joys I had so often missed,

When my thoughts turned to sorrow instead of sweet bliss.

May we always be grateful for these blessings we have...

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Sorry the poem doesn't really rhyme :(