Life at seventeen

Why is it that the young ones (read: teenagers) want to grow up fast while the grown men and women, especially in their forties, would like their lives to begin at forty? Funny but true. 

For the young people, it's like life is a race and they want to be on the front seat of things. However, for the forties, life is no longer a race. Life is a pace. There is rhythm and cadence. Such is the beauty of growth and maturity.

At seventeen, my daughter enjoyed her biggest break so far. She is happy, grateful, and blessed. I am, too. She has desired and prayed for an opportunity to come her way, and God granted it.

Ruthie, your life has just begun. 

Time for the harvest

Time to relax today. Yesterday was a grueling day.

I was having coffee when I saw the cutters about to begin their task. Hmm interesting. It hit inspiration.

I grabbed my camera - a Christmas gift actually, and dashed outside to shoot.

Little lords of the harvest tending to their tasks.

Note: This photo blog is dedicated to the unnamed cutters of the neighboring rice field.