July 22, 2012

Benguet Horizon: Coloring Distance

The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land […]
July 23, 2013

Photo Diary | Terra Manna in Rainy July

“Dagko kaayo’g lusok ang uwan kagabii,” shared Ate Beth, a TM staff.  Last night, there were thousands of feet stomping and running on Traveller’s Palm’s roof. I originally planned to take a dip after an hour or so of writing but the gloomy weather seemed discouraging for snorkeling by the platform. So I took a leisure walk around the garden instead. Despite visiting this personal refuge every month, it is still surprising to see something new. It must be the weather or the soft light. It felt that I have not seen these ornaments before. A lesson from the morning […]
August 21, 2013

Images from the Bus Window Series: Badian to Cebu City Photos

For a traveling gardener, the roadsides are constant wonders. It becomes a game of naming flowers  (colorful mayana, suwangga, zinnia) and I don’t have that in my garden yet, I wish I could get off and get some of those beauties  for my garden soliloquys. But this is a very relaxing activity. Something that does not really require movements. It is too relaxing that I often doze off in the middle of the game. I need something that requires thinking, instantness, and decisions. So I come up with this project that I hope I have the discipline and decency to pursue. Not […]
September 23, 2013

Lovely Photos to Convince You to Visit Siquijor

Revisits offer new perspectives. For several reasons.  First, time. It’s been three years since my first visit. Three years could do and change a lot to a place or to a person. Siquijor has changed. I am changed.  Second, the mean of transport. Pressed for time, my friend from work and I pakyaw-ed a tricycle for the island tour. This time around despite my sleeplessness, I asked for directions, rode tricycles with the locals,  paid the minimum fare, and devoured a deliciously fried native chicken leg. My first day in Siquijor—travel-wise—was rather unproductive. I slept the entire afternoon away. I […]