Day 189: Waiting for the Sign to Change

On the way home, I took a random shot of these bikers waiting for the sign to change.

I have, at several times, probably waited for signs to show themselves to me.  Funny thing is, when I finally get them, I wait for them to change.  Particularly if the sign didn't turn out to be something I favored.  While walking home, I realized that there really isn't any use to waiting for the signs to change when they don't work for you.  You either make it change, or deal with the fact that you cannot change it.  Besides, your life cannot be ruled by the signs you wait for, or the absence of it.

I guess, what I'm saying is This Is Your Life (Switchfoot), you decide who you want to be.

Day 48: Halfway

On my way home, I cross this island on Buendia.  I don't usually go home this late in the morning.  Normally, traffic wouldn't be this heavy and the sun isn't too far up in the horizon.  Lately, though, I had to make adjustments in my schedule because of business needs.  It makes me see the morning in a different perspective.  It's more busy and bustling, yet still drowsy.  As if people have already had the time to take in their morning coffee, but the caffeine hasn't kicked in.  It's fascinating to watch when you're Halfway Home (Jason Mraz).

Day 33: Walk On

Walking home is one of my favorite habits.  After a long day, I put my headphones on while I take about fifteen to twenty minutes to walk off the stress of the day.  It helps that my city is made for walking.  Due to this project, I have also become more observant with the things I pass by. 

Sometimes, I try to think of a different way to see what I always see so it'll translate better in frame.  I realize that even the littlest things can tell a story.  A street sign can tell you where you're going.  A piece of wood can express how you feel.  This street I cross can make me Walk On.  That's the beauty of pictures.  In the absence of words, your vision will suffice.