Ricardo Sevilla's Blog

A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.

“There are no bad pictures; that's just how your face looks sometimes.”
― Abraham Lincoln

A Broken Down Song


Parchment lies down flat.

A canvas for me to express through.

E-mailing, text messages, and even phone calls collapse.

Two echo voices of selfish views.

Closed off to other sounds.

A new approach to a broken down song. 


An old way of writing.

Insecure choice of words.

By candlelight, dipping into Ink that personifies.

Pen nib caressing parchment, lightly scratching.

A flow of words and Ink.

The heart's way of expression.


Pauses between thoughts to feed pen.

Forced to introspect between sentences.

Brief interludes that feel like an eternity.

Dying each time.

Knowing the attempt is in vain.

But through this, a passion is born.




And I'm Sorry



Sorry, I'm not that guy with a Ph.D.

Sorry, I don't know how to pour wine perfectly.

Sorry, that I couldn't run as fast as you.


Yes, I like anime sometimes.

Yes, I was a little lazy sometimes. 

Yes, I look silly dancing all the time.


I'm that quiet guy in English class.

I'm a little short but I'll make you laugh.

I'm pretty smart but I suck at math.


Sorry, that I liked taking candid photos of you.

Sorry, that I made you hot while cuddling.

Sorry, I used both locks upstairs again.

Sorry, that I didn't secure that birthday cake while driving.


Yes, I keep my eyes closed when watching scary movies.

Yes, I do the same when needles are used at the doctor's office.

Yes, I wore clothes that didn't fit me right.

Yes, I loved my cool office closet.


I know I don't have the best memory and I write things down all the time

And you can laugh, but I don't mind.

Things like that don't bother me at all.


And I was not exactly how you wanted me to be.

And I'm sorry. 


We said goodbye.

Before I got to apologize.

I didn't change for you.

But some things I did,

For me and for Blu.

And I'm sorry. 




My Hurricane Irma Experience

My family was spread out, each doing their thing. Unable to convince them that where I would be at was safe, I went ahead there myself. At work. The Betsy Hotel in Miami Beach.


"WHAT!? What were you thinking! It was originally going to hit Miami Beach head on!"


Yes, I know. However, the new Art Deco wing of the hotel was designed to withstand such hurricane winds, and we were immune to storm surge since we have multiple floors. Emergency backup generators, food, water... it made sense. 


While I do have insurance for my property, I took my most prized possessions with me. Things I know insurance would not be able to replace. 


  • My Longbow - Custom crafted by a master bowyer in Estonia.
  • My Archery Hat - Gifted to me by my archery coach.
  • My Archery Bracer - Gifted to me by my archery coach.
  • My Camera - Sentimental value, for it has seen much through its lens.
  • My External Harddrive - Containing all of my photography work over the past 12 years.
  • The shirt I wore when Blu was born
  • Blu's first toy.
  • Photographs of when I was Blu's age.
  • A leather bound journal


While I did take many photos Reader, I won't bore you with so many, but enough to give an idea of what my experience was like. 



When I arrived at Miami Beach, it was a complete ghost town. An eeriness was in the air. Honestly, it did make me feel uncomfortable, but at the same time... a little excited to see what would happen. Selfishly excited for myself, but also worried about my loved ones who were too concerned to join me at the beach.



Ocean drive was empty. Not a single person was there... and my beloved Betsy all boarded up! One of the gems on Ocean Drive, still shined in all her grandeur despite the loneliness before her.



Some of the staff photos I took the night before the storm was set to arrive. All of us were in good spirits. Food, water, and wine were always available. Wine... :) :) 


I finish my dinner, finish my serving of wine, sit back and tell two of colleagues, "Let's go for a walk shall we? Let's go look outside."




They finish their dinner, and we go for a walk.



We walk down Ocean Drive, laughs in our voices as we talk about the entire ordeal that is to come. Still, we all could not help but notice the desolate streets, and more importantly... the sand dust in the air carried by Irma's fingertips. 



It almost felt as if there was a thin fog spread throughout Miami Beach. One I am not accustomed to, especially in the presence of silence. 



I could not help admire the melancholic atmosphere of a beautiful city that's usually always active. It was kind of... romantic in a way I suppose. In a place where devastation and dishevel was anticipated, it's nice to capture human emotion through it all. 



As Irma passed through S. Florida, The Betsy's owner sat in a corner, working on his laptop, as the winds howled and shook windows. 



Spirits remained high throughout the entire storm's passing.  




The paparazzi in me was allowed to flourish.  



In the morning, as the storm receded, I took a photo of what it looked like outside The Besty. I was particularly impressed by the ominous looking waves. 



A few days later I was able to come back home, and the devastation broke my heart. The landscape in some areas of town was changed. Trees that have been way longer than I have were toppled, many roads were impassable, and some homes suffered damage.  



My mini herb garden, however, survived the storm. The cilantro and mint did well, but the basil never recovered after not being watered for several days.

The Late Galaxy S7

I am walking up the stairs towards my apartment entrance. Being the typical Hispanic man that I am, I carried ALL eight grocery bags in one trip upstairs. Why make two trips when I can fit it into one? Well, while walking upstairs my Galaxy S7 decides to escape my back pocket.


I hear the sound of the phone hitting the floor, and suddenly, what I saw, appeared as if I was in a slow-motion film. The phone falls, an entire corner of the glass comes off and continues down one step, and another, and another.... In what seemed like an eternity, it bounced off several steps before crashing into the bottom floor and with each bounce, glass flying nearby.


I stare down, sigh, take the keys out of my mouth, open my door, and begin unpacking and placing the groceries where they belong. 


Once done, I get my car keys, walk downstairs, pick up the now dead phone, and make my way towards the nearest T-Mobile store. I am due for an upgrade I suppose. 


"Which iPhone would you like?"


"Hmm. I'd like the fastest one with the best camera possible."


"iPhone 8 Plus."


"I'll take it."