Oranges: 12 Pictorials, and then some

Autumn has had me feeling good lately. Despite the early Halloween scare that has left us stressing for weeks and that we are in the midst of this devastating Frankenstorm, this season has taught me a lot of things: patience, the power of prayer, and being prepared. I used to only dream about experiencing the beauty of fall and though it may be cut short by this horrible weather, I have never felt more blessed to see my long-time aspiration happen this soon. I feel so undeserving and yet my God has been so gracious. I know He is with us all throughout Sandy.

Never been too fond of watching the news here until recently, and especially so after the big announcement about the storm. Please continue to pray for the safety of the U.S. East Coast and the souls lost in the already hurricane-stricken Carribean.

P.S. Paying homage to Frank O'Hara's Why I Am Not A Painter in my entry title as I have surprisingly enjoyed writing an essay on it yesterday. University of Pennsylvania, the Kelly Writers House, and my ModPo virtual classmates are once again included in my prayers...


Sometimes good things come from wishful thinking

I always had a penchant for gardens. I knew this way before I had to study almost all types of flowers for my short Teleflora stint, and definitely prior to when vintage clothing, especially those floral-printed ones from the 40's, 60's and 70's, made its comeback and created such an uproar. Life is too short not to surround yourself with beautiful things, the old saying goes. And for the rest of my waking days, I intend to do just that.

It's unfortunate, however, that growing up, our family neither had the means, time, and patience to cultivate a garden of our own, let alone take care of a plant. Nor have we traveled enough to be in a place fully-adorned with majestic and well-tended horticultural displays. Sure, my twin and I were officially welcomed to society through an intimate gathering in a rather modest garden with guests donning floral attire. But that didn't seem enough. I am still on the look out for the perfect garden, which would perhaps be the venue for my wedding in the very distant future. (To get married in a garden, honeymoon around the world, and settle down by the sea...A girl can dream, right?)

My underlying quest to find paradise has finally ended when we drove up to Philadelphia and visited Longwood Gardens one Saturday morning. With its vast area filled with remarkable gardens, woodlands, meadows, fountains, and a conservatory, it is certainly one for the books. Everything looked so unreal, I caught myself thinking that I was in an alternate universe. To be surrounded by all these living things is truly breathtaking. However, at the same time, I have never felt more alive.


Chancery Lane and things I fancy downtown

I sealed fun-filled and meaningful September with a sincere kiss along with a spontaneous trip to Downtown Annapolis. The past month has been nothing short of amazing, I hope the rest of my stay here and of the year would be just as great.

Wonderfully-named boats, i.e. Courage and Moon River

My fascination with yachts and sailboats ensues

Brunch by the Chesapeake Bay, which took us at least half an hour to be seated

So much yum: best french toast I ever tasted, curry sandwich, and grilled cheese

I have long since looked forward to walking down Main Street

Cupcake, ice cream, and milkshake to satisfy our sweet teeth

Caramelized apples I'm yet to try | A book-signing right outside a store

So picturesque(!), the aspiring photographer in me felt giddy-happy

A treat for the avid comic book collectors

...even for modest fans of awesome superheroes

Lounging outside the Maryland State House | Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr's tree

In awe of the masterpieces found in tucked art galleries

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How I wish to have hopped on the tram!

A witty goodbye and welcome | The last look before we go