During our family’s recent trip to Japan, I had the pleasure of visiting the iconic Asakusa Shrine, also known as Sanja-sama, or, my favorite of all its appellations, the Shrine of the Three Gods. This is the second stop on our first day in Tokyo.
As I approached the shrine, the vibrant Kaminarimon, or Thunder Gate with its bright red hue and massive lantern suspended in the middle drew me in. People bustled around, snapping photos and soaking in the atmosphere. Passing under the lantern felt like stepping into a different era.
Sensoji Temple, completed in 645 AD, holds the title of Tokyo’s oldest temple. Legend has it that two fishermen brothers fished a statue of the Bodhisattva of compassion (known as Kannon Bosatsu in Japanese) from the nearby Sumida River in 628. Inspired, they transformed their home into a temple, allowing the entire village to pray to the sacred statue.
Over the centuries, Sensoji faced destruction—both natural and man-made. The original main temple building fell victim to World War II bombings but was later rebuilt. The two gates leading to the temple, Hozomon and Kaminarimon, have also risen from the ashes multiple times.
Across from Sensoji Temple stands Asakusa Shrine, affectionately known as “Sanja-Sama” by locals. It’s a shrine dedicated to the three men who built the temple.
Below are more sights from the shrine including barrels of sake, alley market, Nishi Sando shopping street, and a five-story pagoda.
Asakusa Shrine, where history whispers through cherry blossoms and modern Tokyo hums in the background. I’m glad to have stepped into its story. Even for just a few hours.
My family decided to spend four days in Japan. Hardly enough time to see everything but we managed to squeeze in as much sights as we could in the little time we had. It’s all good. The Meiji Shrine was our first stop.
A bustling metropolis of neon lights, skyscrapers, and crowded streets, might not be the first place you’d associate with tranquility. But tucked within this urban jungle lies the Meiji Shrine (Meiji Jingu), a serene oasis. During this recent trip, I had the pleasure of visiting this iconic Shinto shrine, dedicated to Emperor Meiji and Empress Dowager Shoken.
Emperor Meiji, the first emperor of modern Japan, ascended to the throne in 1867 during the Meiji Restoration, a pivotal period when Japan transformed from a feudal society to a global power. His reign marked Japan’s rapid modernization, and the shrine commemorates his pivotal role in shaping the nation.
Completed in 1920, eight years after Emperor Meiji’s passing, the shrine stands as a testament to his legacy. Interestingly, the Meiji Shrine doesn’t house the emperor’s grave; that honor belongs to Fushimi-momoyama in Kyoto.
Meiji Shrine is conveniently located near Harajuku Station, a railway station in Shibuya, Tokyo. As you step through the massive torii (a traditional Japanese gate), the city’s cacophony fades, replaced by a tranquil forest. Over 100,000 trees, donated from all corners of Japan, create a lush green canopy.
A ten-minute walk from the torii leads you to the main complex. Here, you can participate in traditional Shinto activities, make offerings at the main hall, purchase charms, or write wishes on ema (wooden plaques).
I was amused by the barrels of sake flaunted along the walk path. I learned that these barrels are donated annually to the shrine by sake brewers all over Japan as an act of deep respect for the enshrined deities Meiji and Shoken.
There are other sights such as the Meiji Jingu Museum which houses treasures from the shrine’s collection and the Inner Garden that required an entrance fee. For time’s sake, I opted to skip these.
All in all, the Meiji Shrine was a nice visit. A cordial blend of tradition and serenity and a great escape from the bustling streets of Tokyo. I really enjoyed it!
I am so grateful that even when I am out of town, I could still receive good news from far away. Apparently, one of my photography pieces was picked by a group of selected judges to win a third place ribbon last month while I was on vacation overseas.
I have received a few first place ribbons within the last year but any placement is always an honor. A win is a win!
Now, time to prepare some pieces for the summer shows.
One of the most memorable places in the Philippines I was fortunate enough to visit was the National Museum of Fine Arts. Being an artist, I could not help but be inspired by the works of art made by remarkable Filipinos throughout history.
Formerly known as the National Art Gallery, the National Museum of Fine Arts resides in the monumental Old Legislative Building in the heart of Manila. This historic structure was built in the early 20th century. Originally intended as the National Library, it later transformed into the Legislative Building.
During World War II, Japanese forces used the building as their stronghold, modifying it with defensive installations. American forces bombarded it, resulting in significant damage. The building was rebuilt after the war, maintaining its original footprint but with a less ornate façade. But it’s still beautiful though, if you ask me.
Inside, there are numerous galleries and hallway exhibitions, showcasing a diverse collection.
As I entered the building, I was greeted by the iconic Spoliarium. Yes, this museum is home to the 1884 gold-winning opus by Juan Luna, the famous Filipino artist and political activist during the Philippine Revolution of the late 19th century. Luna’s masterpiece captures the intensity of gladiators in ancient Rome, evoking raw emotion and grandeur.
In some galleries, there were portraits of notable figures in history. Yet the most impactful pieces to me were those that depicted life. Emotional pieces that showed what it was like to live as Filipinos both historically and perhaps in some places, even today.
I also admired the works of 19th Century Filipino Masters and other artists who have molded the nation’s art culture.
And not to be missed was the contemporary creativity by modern painters, sculptors and printmakers. They were nothing short of exceptional.
The National Museum of Fine Arts offers a captivating journey through creativity and history. It’s a treat to both art enthusiasts or casual visitors. It was for me!
This post is a follow-up to my previous blog about Las Casas. I did not mention the part about the evening show they put on because it’s so great it deserves a spotlight all its own.
The Philippines, with its vibrant culture and rich heritage, boasts a dazzling array of native and folk dances. These rhythmic expressions have been passed down through generations, each telling a unique story and offering a glimpse into the Filipino spirit.
Some of the most beloved dances from the archipelago were performed by local students and out-of-school youth that night – and it was majestic, to say the least!
Tinikling is probably the most popular folk dance in the Philippines. Imagine bamboo poles rhythmically clashing together as dancers nimbly hop and weave between them.
Maglalatik originated from the Tagalogs and features warriors adorned with coconut shells strapped to their bodies. The rhythmic clashing of these shells creates a captivating beat, celebrating both strength and grace.
Cariñosa is a romantic dance about courtship. It showcases the elegance of traditional Philippine movements. Dancers gracefully sway, flirt, and exchange handkerchiefs, capturing the essence of love and longing.
Singkil is inspired by the epic tale of Princess Gandingan, It transports us to the Maranao culture. Dancers nimbly step over bamboo poles, symbolizing the princess’s escape from falling trees during an earthquake.
Hailing from Leyte, Kuratsa is a lively dance performed during celebrations. Couples twirl and sway, their footwork echoing the joyous rhythm of life.
Picture dancers balancing oil lamps on their heads and hands, creating mesmerizing patterns of light. That’s Pandanggo sa Ilaw. It pays homage to the grace and resilience of Filipino women.
Originating from the Kalinga tribe, Banga celebrates the strength of women who carry heavy water jars on their heads. The dancers mimic these movements, showcasing their endurance and resilience.
A Spanish-influenced dance, La Jota Moncadeña combines European flair with Filipino zest. It’s a lively waltz that captures the fusion of cultures.
Tayaw is an Igorot wedding dance and celebrates love and union. Dancers sway, their colorful attire reflecting the festive spirit of marriage.
From Batangas, Alitaptap imitates an insect that flies only at night, carrying a lamp. Dancers move gracefully, their steps echoing the mysterious beauty of the night.
Filipino folk dances seems more than just choreography to me. They’re truly a testament to the resilience, creativity, and unity of the Filipino people. They remind us that their culture is a living, breathing art form.
During my visit to the Philippines a few weeks ago, my family and I went to Las Casas Filipinas de Acuzar, a Philippine heritage site. What an adventure it was! Allow me to share a little bit of my experience with you.
Las Casas Filipinas de Acuzar, if you don’t know, is a hidden gem located along the coast of Bagac, Bataan, Philippines. As one who loves exploring historical sites, I was in for a delightful surprise when we drove through its gates and around the cul-de-sac of the welcome center.
Spanish-era stone houses transported from different parts of Luzon are the heart of Las Casas. Each house has a story to tell. Casa Biñan, once home to Jose Rizal’s mother, Teodora Alonzo, witnessed gripping family dramas. Casa Lubao’s distinct green interior owes its fortune to a Japanese colonel who saved it from demolition during the war. And Casa Candaba, one of the oldest structures, served as a film setting for Noli Me Tangere.
My family and I embrace the nostalgia by taking a ride in a traditional horse-drawn calesa. Clip-clopping through cobblestone streets, it felt like I’ve stepped back in time.
We also rode the jeepney to see spots too far for the calesa take us to.
But the best part was the boat ride. This afforded us unique views of the magnificence that is Las Casas. We saw the property from an angle we would not have otherwise seen. The sights were endless, so Instead of listing every one of them, I will just let the photos below do the talking.
Whew! That was quite a ride!
Once we got out of the boat, we were then treated to an amazing show. A re-enactment of the Philippine Revolution at the end of the 19th century. I really loved that!
Las Casas also offers a pristine beach where you can unwind, swim, and enjoy the sun. However, we didn’t have a lot of time so we skipped this part. For now, anyway.
This beach, by the way, could be one of the prettiest you’ll ever see anywhere. The view is breathtaking! I wish I could’ve taken more photos of it. I don’t know why I didn’t. Ha ha! Anyway, here’s one…
Amidst the historical charm, Las Casas also surprises with a mix of classical and modern art installations. The fusion of old and new. Feast your eyes on the magnificent array of fountains, sculptures, lamp posts, architectural design both interior and exterior, and even strange looking palm trees that resemble a fan!
My curiosity led to a quick search. According to Wikipedia, it is the ravenala madagascariensis. It is commonly known as the traveller’s tree, traveller’s palm or East-West palm, and is a species of monocotyledonous flowering plant found in Madagascar. It is not a true palm but a member of the family Strelitziaceae. So there you go…
As we were strolling along, we happened upon a wedding photo op! How cool is that?
And as the sun gently dipped below the horizon, we marveled at the rows of light as they gradually powered over through the darkening sky. Such a magical panorama!
The restoration efforts that brought these heritage houses to life are awe-inspiring. It’s a reminder that preserving the past is both a collective endeavor as well as a worthwhile effort.
Las Casas Filipinas de Acuzar is a journey through time. Whether you’re a history enthusiast, a beach lover, an art aficionado or someone simply seeking a unique experience, this place is sure to leave an indelible mark on you.
So, do yourself a favor and check it out, if you can.
One of nature’s greatest wonders lies just an hour’s drive from Manila. Nestled in the middle of Taal Lake, Taal Volcano is a little stunner that offers breathtaking views worth experiencing up close.
On a recent day trip, my family and I decided to take a little boat ride to get a closer view of the island where the volcano lies. We didn’t actually get off the boat as it was currently prohibited to get on the island due to the volcano’s active state. We did get a nice up close view of it though. It was great!
Taal Volcano has a rich geological and cultural past. It is part of the Pacific Ring of Fire, a region with intense volcanic activity. It began forming around 500,000 years ago through a series of eruptions. The caldera we see today was created during a massive eruption around 5,000 years ago.
What makes Taal unique is its location. It sits on an island within a lake, the Taal Lake. It’s a volcano within a volcano. And that phenomenon is rare worldwide.
Taal Volcano has erupted multiple times throughout history. The most devastating eruption occurred in 1754, forcing the inhabitants of Taal town to relocate to safer areas. The town of San Nicolas, now submerged beneath Taal Lake, was another casualty. In 1977, Taal erupted again, causing ashfall in nearby towns. Thankfully, no casualties were reported. The most recent significant eruption occurred in January 2020. Ash plumes reached high altitudes, affecting Metro Manila and nearby provinces. Thousands of residents were evacuated, and the landscape changed once more.
Now, a little bit about the town. Before the Spanish colonized the Philippines, Taal was considered sacred by the Tagalog people. They believed it was the home of the gods and spirits. The name “Taal” itself comes from the Tagalog word “tala,” meaning “star.” When the Spaniards arrived, they established settlements around the Lake. The town of Taal, now known as Taal Heritage Town, became an important religious and cultural center. A lot of residential structures from the time still stands to this day, and they are gorgeous. The Basilica de San Martin de Tours, built in the 16th century, still stands as well as a testament to this era.. It is also considered to be the largest church building in all of Asia
Taal remains a captivating natural and historic wonder, blending geological marvels with cultural heritage. Witnessing it up close, and taking in the lake’s stunning vistas and the town’s architecture, it’s an adventure I won’t forget anytime soon.
As the golden hour light gently fades over the horizon, it casts a warm glow on 1880 Main Street, Wyoming. This very scene, captured through my lens, has been a journey of passion and patience. Today, I stand humbled and honored, as “Main Street” has been awarded first place in the Cheyenne Artists Guild art competition this March.
“Main Street” is more than a photograph; it’s a narrative frozen in time, a slice of everyday life in the old west that resonates with the vibrancy of the human spirit. Winning this accolade is not just a personal victory; it’s a testament to the stories that we, as artists, strive to tell through our work.
With numerous submissions that were nothing short of inspiring, each piece was a window into another world, a different perspective, and a unique voice. To be in the company of such talented individuals is an honor that fills me with gratitude.
The Cheyenne Artists Guild is a community of artists. It has long been a beacon for creative minds, and this competition has once again highlighted the incredible talent within our community. It’s a reminder that art is not just about individual achievement but about collective inspiration and growth.
As I reflect on this experience, I am reminded that the journey of an artist is never solitary. It is paved with the support, encouragement, and inspiration we draw from one another. “Main Street” may have won this time, but it is the shared passion for art that truly triumphs.
Thank you to the Cheyenne Artists Guild for this honor, and congratulations to all my fellow artists. May we continue to capture the world through our art and inspire each other along the way.
To everyone who has followed my journey, your support means the world to me. Let’s keep creating, exploring, and sharing the beauty we see. Here’s to many more stories to tell!
As I stepped into the grandeur of the Wyoming State Capitol, I was immediately transported back in time. This architectural marvel isn’t just a building; it’s a chronicle of Wyoming’s rich history, etched into every stone and corridor.
I’ve been here many times. In fact, I used to work in the building across the street from it for years. But this is the first time I’ve actually joined a guided tour to get a deeper learning about its history.
The Wyoming State Capitol was constructed between 1886 and 1890. It stands as a testament to the state’s early days and its journey to statehood. The cornerstone was laid on May 18, 1887, a significant date that marked the beginning of a structure that would witness the evolution of Wyoming from a territory to the 44th state of the Union.
A symbol of equality, Wyoming has always been a trailblazer. In 1869, it became the first territory in the United States to grant women the right to vote, a bold move that earned it the nickname “The Equality State.” This decision was influenced by various factors, including the desire to attract more women to the territory and a genuine belief in women’s suffrage.
The Capitol’s design is a blend of Renaissance Revival architecture, a style that exudes elegance and authority. Its recent renovation, completed in 2019, has restored the building to its original splendor while integrating modern necessities.
Wyoming’s story is one of resilience and pioneering spirit. From the prehistoric human habitation dating back 13,000 years to the establishment of Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming has played a pivotal role in the American narrative.
My tour of the Wyoming State Capitol was more than just an educational experience; it was a journey through the heart of Wyoming’s identity. As I walked the halls where history was made, I felt a deep connection to the past and a renewed appreciation for the state’s enduring legacy.
Chris Alma José 