✉ Bokeh by Numbers

TODAY'S TRAVEL PHOTO OF YESTERYEAR: 

The first morning light broke out onto the scene, spilling through leaves, playing bokeh by numbers on the sand beneath trees, the crystal waters already sparkling. 

The beauty of light is that though innately disposed to chasing shadows, it finds time to play. Nature's drama lies in its soft edges.                     

- LA ISLA BONITA -

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✉ Dance Only

TODAY'S TRAVEL PHOTO OF YESTERYEAR: 

Sometimes, you cannot help it. You just have to dance. Wheres and whens are of no consequence when it comes to dancing, especially when you have a song in your heart. 

That was how I ended up swaying in the Indian Ocean on that bright November day.                             

- LA ISLA BONITA -

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*Photo Credit: Clarissa. (Another dancing friend).

✉ Drink Me

TODAY'S TRAVEL PHOTO OF YESTERYEAR: 

Should I ever ask someone to prepare me a cocktail of dark skies, tropical greens and milky white beaches, I would want my beverage to look something like this. And with a sunbeam straw I shall take a sip of this cool bitter drink. 

A toast to the island that invited me to drink in.

'Clinky'.                           

- LA ISLA BONITA -

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✉ Little Cloud

TODAY'S TRAVEL PHOTO OF YESTERYEAR: 

I got up at the break of dawn to wander along the empty beach. The morning was perfect. The air crisp; and still in morning's shade the sand, cool beneath my feet. A dotted line of footsteps followed me as I followed a little cloud to the watermark edge of the shore. It was evident that the cloud had invited me for a private swim in the crystal clear waters. Needless to say I complied.                   

- LA ISLA BONITA -

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La Isla Bonita

The first song I heard on the beach in Seychelles was a Bob Marley song. 'Redemption Song' played on a little old school wireless from underneath a tree next to a local dreadlocked carpenter who was busy carving little island memorabilia pieces. As I walked along the beach, the waves were composing music of another effect. The more inland I walked, the louder a familiar melody was playing. I found my lunch spot under the shade of a song and a few palm trees. Madonna's "La Isla Bonita"; the beautiful island indeed. I sat there overlooking the turquoise waters, overwhelmed by the expectations met and thrilled about the arrival of a like-minded friend who agreed to join me in crossing off our very predictable island itinerary checklist. And for the next two days, I found myself smiling with a song in my heart, for one by one, little dreams were coming true. 

There is one thing that excites me so when arriving at a new destination in the hours of darkness: waking up to find an unexplored world around you. You feel transcended instead of transported; transparent, entranced - you're young.

You run out, keen to grasp as much of this transient dream as possible. 

And this is exactly how i'll remember this place. Green, green forests on hills that rise out of the sea; turquoise waters and rocks that remind me of smoother clay versions of sunken rhinoceroses.

The quiet island life is then interrupted only by actions serene enough to qualify as leisure. Some go canoeing, some collect seashells, others can't sit still and opt for taking hundreds of photographs to one day remember just how very relaxed they were on that day.

A kind and gentle landscape meets the sea. The shore gets washed with soft lace trimmings sweeping to and fro.   

I went left.

A picture of me and the sea. Blue and white, blue and white.

The simple pleasures: making small decisions that turn out to be good choices. And I sure relished in the fact that the colour of my nail varnish went so well with the powdery sand. And it was just a matter of time for my skin to take on Summer's glow. 

This charming little flower made me smile. 

My tree! (And most probably everyone's tree who walks by.) But for a couple of minutes it was my tree. Pure, uncomplicated joy.

I had to be really bored as kid to actually page through my mother's 'Garden and Home' magazines. So you can guess just how surprised I am that I always seem to end up including some plant in the equation of an album. But these are foreign plants. And one must record such details (either for future reference or for a classic background for some relative's desktop.)

Boat and sea. 

The seaweed bracelet made me feel all animated and mermaidy. But I felt like the bracelet gave me powers to chase away clouds. (It never rained that day. Too bad I threw the magical seaweed back into the turquoise water.) 

 "Tropical the island breeze.
All of nature wild and free.
This is where I long to be.
La isla bonita."

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✉ Winter's Magic

TODAY'S TRAVEL PHOTO OF YESTERYEAR: 

On my return flight from New York, I looked out the window. A hushed landscape slowly moved beneath our sleepy air carriage. In icy blocks and cracked pieces of land, did Winter lay, half frozen, quite still. Under the covering of a cloudy blanket, I knew the other animals rested; in burrows and dug out dwellings. 
We were all after that warmth that brings us closer. Winter's magic gets me every time.                         

- MINIATURE TIGERS, FREELANCE WHALES & POLAR BEAR SUGAR COOKIES -

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✉ Polar Bear Sugar Cookie

TODAY'S TRAVEL PHOTO OF YESTERYEAR: 

Today I think back of the polar bear sugar cookie that kept me warm in Starbucks on that cold wintery day in New York City. This little guy made me smile, and sweetly so. The smile did not vanish for a while, for my caramel brulee latte was wrapped in the words that do give meaning to my life. 

"Stories are gifts. Share."

It seemed the polar bear knew it all along. I knew too, that I was meant to be there that day; with a polar bear sugar cookie and a hunger for sharing stories.                           

- MINIATURE TIGERS, FREELANCE WHALES & POLAR BEAR SUGAR COOKIES -

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✉ Stars and Stripes and Songs.

TODAY'S TRAVEL PHOTO OF YESTERYEAR: 

These were the streets to be tread upon. The commuters guided by stripes, the dutiful lead by their stars. And so I ambled too, in the crowds of beings; wide-eyed in their constant traffic. A halt at the red light induced an unexpected stillness. Then in accord with the scene, I searched for background music. Songs flitted through my mind as I faced the yellow blur of passing taxis. But inevitable, this well known melody started: hummed, as if drawn from all the hopes around me. A sweet rendition of Simon and Garfunkel's America. I looked at the people: the rushed, dreamers, the caring, the confident, the loners, the thrilled. "They've all come to look for America". Lost in the song for a little, the green light prompted me forward. I crossed the stripes, knowing that I will soon find my own song.                          

- MINIATURE TIGERS, FREELANCE WHALES & POLAR BEAR SUGAR COOKIES -

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✉ Little Pro

TODAY'S TRAVEL PHOTO OF YESTERYEAR: 

She was brave. She was fast. She fell. She got up. She was most probably wearing the tiniest ice skates ever made. I have absolutely no idea who this kid is, but she sure was a little pro. 

(Let's be fearless too.)                         

- MINIATURE TIGERS, FREELANCE WHALES & POLAR BEAR SUGAR COOKIES -

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