I was standing on the pebble covered shore watching this as every change of light’s intensity and color shade is amazing and magical. The ambient lighting just brings me to a subtle mood and would want to never leave its cocoon like embrace.
There you go.
Me romanticizing again. But it feels good though because I know that that mood is fleeting.
The perspective behind this photo was inspired from the travel blogs I have been reading, some of them I’ve been following from WordPress and Instagram. That day I appreciated traveling and began dreaming of it up until today on reaching more places with people I love to be with is a reflection of the entirety of the travel photos I took.
I may have been stationary temporarily but the dream is still on. As my bestfriend put it, we have a bucketlist going on that is needing some checks on it.
I didn’t notice seeing the two of them getting up on those rocks. When I panned my camera back on those rocks, I was surprised to see them both sitting perfectly still there. As if no time.
I say as if no time because it felt like it to me. I don’t know if they are brothers or friends. I really wanted to get near them and join them on those rocks. The late afternoon we arrived at this place together with my cousins, we slowly walk along, minding each of our steps on this same spot to take some photos. Those rocks are slippery and jagged.
True to everyone, I suppose, that we have different views of things around us. Every angle reveals new perspective. Looking and interpreting it on any way is completely beyond us and with that timing is everything. We look, hear, smell and feel time. We favor and like time too. We put to memory the best times we ever had. We wish time for all things we want and we look forward to happening. We hope and make up for time when we feel we have fallen short of it. We create time.
Time is life. It never ceases even long before we die I think. The memory. The thoughts. The words of ours are left within those persons we survived. It is just given that time is different categorically between past, present and future but in all fairness we still share the time no matter how we want to live up or forget about it.
As the sun sets behind the mountain ridge, the calm warm water is inviting us to get in and have a swim. Gray fine sand greeted our excitement too. My hands are both full, a beer on the left and a camera on the right.
I DRANK THREE CANS OF BEER in all, from dusk till night-time. That made my night while the rest of them were happily enjoying by the shore. One of our friends has slept on the sand few meters away from our hut and the tents. He dozed off right after our sumptuous chicken adobo dinner. While they were away, I got to lay on the bench and stretched my back. The cool breeze is soothing and inviting to sleep in. However, by the bonfire a group of other local tourists started making a fuss on setting their lanterns. Some of them try lighting and it lit and burned. Fail. So onto the next lantern they’ve learned and it lit up. Slowly it rose to the night sky and danced with the wind.
“I hope you get where you’re going, and be happy when you do.” —On The Road, Jack Kerouac
THE IDEA OF LIVING, SURVIVING AND THRIVING in this lifetime, in our world is crazy at some point. When we try to think hard of it, when we ease our way into it, evidently there will be misses and hits but ultimately it is us still who decides and makes a stand on whatever we want. What we really want for ourselves.
Days are passing and the first month of the new year is almost done, gone. I must say there are days that seem to pass quite fast and there were those that linger long unexpectedly. Wondering thoughts build in my mind to this kind of fleeting moments that is inexplicably good when either we are pressed for time or just buying more time.
When we need and lost time, we turn in ourselves and try to look. We look for what we can make most out of it or what we might have done about it. As we do this, I must say we should all be ready to be accepting, or not.
Being optimistic is part of this acceptance. The reality of missing and hitting at something is always there so the optimism part is valuable. It is that fuel that will power up the engine. It is that turbine that will propel the ship forward. When we choose, when we make decisions the optimism is never far away. That there is hope.
That looking on a brighter side we can get out of the dark.
This was a random shot while a stream of people in a procession kind of manner flooded the street each with their own “Jesus Christ”. I have taken a couple of shots before retreating inside our veranda and this moment was captured. I understand this portrays the scene of Jesus being helped by Simon of Cyrene. This “Simon of Cyrene” in my photo seemed more than happy to help “Jesus” in carrying his cross. It blew me away as I zoomed out and checked his reaction. His eyes gleaming with a crooked smile. And it wasn’t the kind of reaction I am expecting of him.
It was a Good Friday. A time to relive the passion of Jesus Christ. My hometown preserves this tradition of reenacting His last few hours before He died on the cross—from the moment He carried the cross on His back towards Mt. Calvary.
It becomes one man’s devotion to submit himself to this sacrifice when the observance of Holy Week commences. Vesting a maroon colored robe with a nylon rope tied around the hip is a sight representing himself as Jesus. He is accompanied by lanky boys garb in Roman guards costume with whips and ropes hanging by their side. Their red synthetic leather skirts and vest are adorned with insignia of their fraternity. Sometimes a sigil is also seen with that same insignia. So it appears more of a communal effort, a cooperation of a certain group to stage this reenactment much like doing a play or a street performance.
Maybe he was not oriented of his role or maybe he was just there to help “Jesus” for he cannot bear his cross anymore.