One of the windows of Casa Manila, circa 1850, one of the grand houses in Barrio San Luis (one of the four original villages) in Intramuros, Manila. The walls of the ground floor are made of adobe stones.
Mankind, probably the most mysterious species on our planet. A mystery of open questions. Who are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going? How do we know what we believe to know? Why do we believe anything at all? Innumerable questions looking for an answer, an answer which will raise the next question and the following answer will raise a following question and so on and so forth. But in the end, isn't it always the same question and always the same answer?-Run Lola Run
And I am nothing of a builder But here I dreamt I was an architect And I built this balustrade To keep you home, to keep you safe From the outside world But the angles and the corners Even though my work is unparalleled They never seemed to meet This structure fell about our feet And we were free to go.- The Decemberists
Harry Callahan was well known to encourage his students to turn their cameras on their lives. And I was able to capture a moment when I turned my camera into my life. Anyway, we all have a moment like this and it comes and recedes just as that. But it goes on forever and it's the same for everyone.
A friend said that this makes him think about the fast-paced and sometimes sad lives we have in the big city. I replied, it makes you feel like your are staring at your own labyrinthine lesions in this urban jungle.