Kawit, Medellin
Cebu 2011
Walking on the beach, I saw her happily playing. She's my cousin's hometown neighbour. I took a photo of her toys but she gazed up at me and her innocent face caught my lens. I just love candid moments. She must be 14 or 15 by now. Which reminds me, I should have this photo printed so I could give it to her.
While on the subject, my childhood just flashbacked and left a smile on my face. I remember my triumphs were real and my frustrations were very inessential. I used to worry a lot as to why I can't fly a kite, all the kids can but I just could not put it up there in the sky along with other kites. I went home that night and read some of my favorite poems, then the sadness and tension of not being able to fly a kite just disappeared. The best thing about being a child is we can easily erase negative emotions. I will leave my favorite poem here (well one of).
Wind On The Hill
By A. A. Milne
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes…
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.
Dear Steemians, I hope the photo's visually entertaining to you all. In closing, I would like to post this famous quote, "To every child – I dream of a world where you can laugh, dance, sing, learn, live in peace and be happy." – Malala Yousafzai
This is my photo entry for @juliank’s and @photocontests’ #portraitphotography challenge.
