March 4, 2014

Photo Essay : To Zambales to Mend

Zambales Photo Essay: To Zambales to Mend What did I do to deserve this extravagance of my color: green? Do I deserve this much happiness? Yes, the color of happiness. Brown. Blue. And I, a woman, with uncontrollable black hair.  I had the guts because I was alone. Ah, no, the boatman was watching me from the distance. 🙂 It is a great sky and a great island How to model a sickle locally called “tabas”The madwoman at Anawangin CoveAnawangin Cove Traveling, in many ways, is an act of mending, of coming to terms with reality. Traveling is always, always […]