The Weight of a Moment
We spend our lives trying to hold water in our hands. It slips through the fingers, indifferent to our desire for permanence. We want to name the shape of the splash, to pin the movement to the wall like a moth, but the liquid has already forgotten…
The Rhythm of Hands
There is a quiet holiness in the way we prepare for the day. Before the world rushes in with its demands and its noise, there is a small, sacred window of time where we set things in order. We touch the objects of our labor, aligning them with…
Marco Polo Beach View by Ryszard Wierzbicki
When sightseeing and exploring Siquijor island, it is a must to stop over by Marco Polo Pizzeria on the West Coast in San Juan. The place is worth of visiting, not only for the reason of delicious pizza dining, but also a beautiful view from…