A pop of pink in a jungle of green. I actually really enjoy these two colors together.
Chocolate covered strawberries. This is my absolute favorite thing in the world. They make my life heavenly on any given day.
They remind me of the first time I was in Vegas with my Nana. They had chocolate-covered strawberries in the room as complimentary and I had no idea they existed prior to that. You could say it was love at first bite. Not only do they taste amazing, but they bring back happy memories of a time that once was. That is something I will always treasure.
Samoan churches are BIG and beautiful. This is only one of hundreds you will see no matter which island in the you go to. You can see the European influence on our church styles instead of the traditional Samoan fale. Thank you to the missionaries who came to spread the gospel to our islands that influenced the building of these immaculate churches. Samoans are very religious. If there is one thing we do not lack in American Samoa, it is unique, big and beautiful churches.
I like hiking. I don’t care for the exercise portion. I enjoy the moments that come when the hike is complete. I enjoy the blissful sceneries. I enjoy the feeling of accomplishment. I enjoy the secret pools like the one picture above at the end of a trail. I enjoy the hidden beaches. I enjoy nature. I enjoy being able to say “Oh yeah! I did that hike” followed with a story of my personal adventure.
This is why I chose this photo for Developing Your Eye’s “Bliss” challenge. Part of it was to post a caption and the link was optional. I just thought of it as an opportunity to advertise our beautiful National Parks, which truly are blissful experiences.
If there is one thing about American Samoa you must know, you can not get lost. There is one main road that goes around the entire island. We have some of the most amazing views while driving. This is from a trip to Manu’a I took a while back. Probably not taken on the best of days, but still beautiful none the less. I took it from the back of a truck while we were driving from one island to the other.
When I use to live in America, I use to get a lot of questions about where I’m from. I was proud to say American Samoa. Regardless of the ignorant stereotypical replies I would receive, I enjoyed showing off photos like the one above. I love my beautiful island home. The scenic hikes are just the icing on the cake. American Samoa is about the Samoan culture, the history, my heritage, my people. No matter where I go, American Samoa will always be home simply because this is where my heart is.
When I think of home, this is what I think of. #DevelopingYourEye
I have always admired the natural beauty around me since I was little. I have always loved beautiful things because I know I serve a beautiful God.
How do I know my God is beautiful? I see it in everything He has created and in each day He orchestrates. The God I serve is the greatest artist. His creation is so beautiful. There is always something new outside for me to enjoy, I just have to open my eyes and see it for what He created it be. Beautiful.
I sincerely believe the greatest work of art is a new day of promise. I never encounter the same view or scenery every morning when I wake up. It took me a while to figure out what I wanted to use to portray a “work of art” until I came across the symbol of promise God created for Noah that still stands as a testimony of God’s promise to never destroy the earth again (Genesis 9:13). Isn’t this the most beautiful covenant you have ever seen?
There’s really nothing more perfect than a beautiful sunset, greenery all around mixed with the sound of kids laughing and playing even if it’s on the road. You’ll find this all over American Samoa. These kids sometimes play football, rugby, cricket and whatever games they can come up with using whatever is around them.
I remember growing up on these streets. It wasn’t cemented until I was in the sixth or seventh grade. My brothers, cousins, other village kids and I would either race wheelbarrows, bikes or tires down the rocky slope farther down the road. Sometimes we would race by foot from where my house is to the front of the road and back. When it rained, we would play in the puddles and make mud slides. I experienced many skinned knees, scratched-up hands and “eating dirt” moments but the fun we had was worth it.
I’m sure it’s frustrating for drivers who constantly have to drive slow or beep at these kids who really have no where else to play except the streets sometimes. When you really take a step back and soak in the joy and innocence you see in these kids, you really can’t help but smile and appreciate the beauty and joy in that very moment.