Missy


More pics of Missy, the fat dachschund I featured earlier.

Goodbye, Fr. Sun

I heard the news, of all times and places, during Mass at the chapel in Megamall. In the remembrance of the dead, the priest said: "...pray for the souls of --- and Bartholomew Sun..."

My jaw dropped before my brain could process the information. In my mind's eye, I briefly saw instead the image of his contemporary, the late Fr. Paul Chi ("...surely they mean him...they have to mean him...") before the image resolved itself to the proper face. Only then did I realize, with sad finality:

Fr. Sun is gone.

The best camera...

If I've been featuring more and more photos in this blog, it's because of this newfound philosophy in photography, thanks to the book of the same name: The Best Camera is the One That's With You.

Funny thing is: I haven't even read the book yet. But the thought is so simple it really doesn't require much more elaboration. But if you need one, I think this line from the web site captures the essence:
Inherently, we all know that an image isn’t measured by its resolution, dynamic range, or anything technical about cameras or photos. An image is measured by the simple — sometimes profound, other times absurd or humorous or whimsical — effect that it can have upon us. If you can see an image, it can move you.

Which is more than what I can say for all the fetishism around DSLRs. Really, people, what are you trying to compensate for?