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      Green Green Grass of Hopes
      Nature is always connected with people. That is a fact. We are living with nature. Our environment comprises of nature. What ever happen to the environment, people are affected. However, we failed to realize that what had happened to the environment, i mean its destruction, was also made by us. Every time i see green green grasses, I see hope. I see hope for the restoration of our nature that someday the environment we are living with will be like those times that butterflies freely flying, bees are transferring from one flower to the other, we can smell the fresh air, a time where nature is at its best. Definitely, these are the reasons why I took this picture and titled it with Green Green Grass of Hopes.

      Written by: Photographs and Memoirs


      Green Green Grass of Hopes
      Nature is always connected with people. That is a fact. We are living with nature. Our environment comprises of nature. What ever happen to the environment, people are affected. However, we failed to realize that what had happened to the environment, i mean its destruction, was also made by us. Every time i see green green grasses, I see hope. I see hope for the restoration of our nature that someday the environment we are living with will be like those times that butterflies freely flying, bees are transferring from one flower to the other, we can smell the fresh air, a time where nature is at its best. Definitely, these are the reasons why I took this picture and titled it with Green Green Grass of Hopes.

      Written by: Photographs and Memoirs


      Green Green Grass of Home
      It's a Sunday morning. I'm off from work and just at home surfing the internet. I can't help but notice the smell of the fresh grass.... reminded me of home. Yes, my home back in the Philippines. I've been staying in Singapore close to three years now. You won't miss the grasscutter-wielding workers in their traffic orange overalls (reminds me of Willy Wonka's Oompa Loompas) as they dutifully trim the grasses to a visually-pleasing height. The aroma of freshly-cut grass, which for me rivals that of coffee's, is one of the few things here in Singapore that can take my mind off my work and make me think of the Philippine countryside. Then, it rained....

      Written by: Culture Shiok! Singapore


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