I've always enjoyed looking at beautiful pictures, and I am amazed by how the photographer captures the stories in still shots.And so, I've been wanting to do this for the longest time -- a photoblog.Captured moments by Jaja, and joy plays with her mind.Here goes. Part one.
Maybe this is what growing old together means. Having many chances to share ice cream with each other.
Brazilians having their own private times. With these trees towering above them. And the silver-blue sky remains their witness
Natural light brings out your true color. Authentic.
This signage did not escape Jaja's eyes. It is too precious to let it pass.
Looking at sugar loaf from ground level. Funny how in such little time, you can go up there and look down at Rio. Different perspective. Different experiences.
At some point, sunset and sunrise are the same. The light hides behind darkness. Or maybe its the other way around. But in the end, only one of them prevails.
People are smart. They invented psuedo-lights, when the real one is hiding. 
You drink slowly if you know it's not refillable. Just like life. When you don't have too many chances, you savor each day -- until it last.
A chair. It would have been better if there are two.
Lemons are nice. They balance the bitterness.
Their own version of refuge. Flying kites.
Everyone of us needs someone to pull us up. In whatever terms. 
Amazing how simple things could make someone happy
How many times have you wished to turn back time and be a child again? I always do. I just can't.
Shelter. Sometimes, we fail to recognize how important it is
Strawberries on chocolate, chocolate on strawberries. Whichever way, they go perfectly together .
The view from the top, is always spectacular
In between greens, this guy must have been looking for something. He's running out of time. 
Edge of the world. Thousand miles away.
His arms -- stretching out -- wide open.
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**smiles**
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