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the lone chair on a long shore

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The picture evokes different kinds of emotions, but mostly the melancholy ones. Like waiting for something or someone that would never come.

P.S. Ever since I took this photo it has been etched on my mind. I hope you really feel something out of it.

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my first solo travel

A gorgeous island, a mermaid in disguise, a backpack, and three days in July 2016. Cebu was the first place I explored solo and I loved every part of it! I have met a handful of kind and generous people, seen different shades of green and blue, visited significant establishments, and found solace in nature. I’ve always fancied traveling alone and I was in awe when it finally happened. I truly enjoyed my own company and learned more about myself. Since then, I made a pact to wander around this world in solitude at least once a year, accompanied only by my shadow and soul.

This post is part of #thestrangehertravels photo essay project.

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happenstance

Ordinary structures that fascinate me—formed by happenstance and captured to last forever. Unlike your heart in mine.

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raw beauty of Talisayen Cove

We owned Talisayen Cove for 24hrs. The month was November, the weather was great, and no other group of campers decided to stay there, not even for a day tour. Calm and quiet, untroubled and excited, fun and fulfilling—just some of the words to describe what we felt in that moment. We were disconnected from the world, and as selfish as it could be, we enjoyed it. Sometimes, the simplest way of living makes up the grandest days of our lives.

This post is part of #thestrangehertravels photo essay project.

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keep film alive

Film is not dead and it will never die. Old souls will always emerge and in every generation, a fraction will keep them alive.

Photo Challenge: Unusual

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peaks and friendship 

A group of friends that hikes together, stays together forever! Even when you get at the foot of the mountain knowing there were only eight peaks when there are actually twelve. Our laughter filled the air in Mt. Batulao with some sighs of exhaustion in between. We were speechless when we finally reached the top, partly worn out and partly awed. The twelve peaks were like a test of friendship and I’m so proud we conquered them all. The next day after climbing a mountain, we went to Caleruega Church to pray and reflect a little. It was a weekend well spent with friends.

This post is part of #thestrangehertravels photo essay project.

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things get bleak

Some bridges burn
Some things get bleak
Some people hurt
Some friends don’t speak

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