Making Memories

Today, September 7, 2013, I decided to just walk and sit by the bay near San Francisco City.

And watched the America’s cup. The America’s cup is the oldest trophy in sport dating back to 1851.

The America’s cup 2013 features the best sailors in the world and racing the fastest boats.



The two finalist New Zealand(red boat) and United States(black boat).


The hobbie boats before the competition started.


A view of the famous Alcatraz Island and prison. San Francisco’s Alcatraz Island is famous for its use as a prison for some of the world’s most notorious criminals.


And the very famous Golden Gate bridge.


“We clear the harbor and the wind catches her sails and my beautiful ship leans over ever so gracefully, and her elegant bow cuts cleanly into the increasing chop of the waves. I take a deep breath and my chest expands and my heart starts thumping so strongly I fear the others might see it beat through the cloth of my jacket. I face the wind and my lips peel back from my teeth in a grin of pure joy.”
― L.A. Meyer


Spring Time

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”
― Pablo Neruda


“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke







“Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.”
― Virgil Kraft






“I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.”
― Virginia Woolf




“Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?”
― Neltje Blanchan






“I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.”
― Dodie Smith




“I glanced out the window at the signs of spring. The sky was almost blue, the trees were almost budding, the sun was almost bright.”
― Millard Kaufman





“It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.”
― John Galsworthy

After December 21, 2012

The world continues…










A Prayer for Christmas Morning

by Robert Louis Stevenson

The day of joy returns, Father in Heaven, and crowns another year with peace and good will.
Help us rightly to remember the birth of Jesus, that we may share in the song of the angels, the gladness of the shepherds, and the worship of the wise men.
Close the doors of hate and open the doors of love all over the world?
Let kindness come with every gift and good desires with every greeting.
Deliver us from evil, by the blessing that Christ brings, and teach us to be merry with clean hearts.
May the Christmas morning make us happy to be thy children,
And the Christmas evening bring us to our bed with grateful thoughts, forgiving and forgiven, for Jesus? sake.

Maligayang Pasko!

Merry Christmas!

Feliz Navidad!

30 minutes in SF

Today, I stayed in a corner

Of a street in San Francisco, California.

And I took pictures of what is happening in that corner.

And I remembered the lines from the lyrics of the song ‘I left my heart in San Francisco’.

“I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air, I don’t care “

going down

going up

cable car going up

cable car going down

newly painted old house

old and new

old design

“If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will take you there.” 
― George Harrison