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I went to Japan for a little over a week, last April 2012 with Xavier and his family. We hit Osaka, Toba, Nara, Kyoto, and Tokyo. These are some photos that came out of it.
It was the most romantic, loveliest trip ever, and one of the greatest and funnest… And the memories will forever stay with us.
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I’ve been hired to do event photography for the DnB DJ and events group NOMAD MASSIVE. Guess this means my “gimmick shots” are back.
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Photographs taken at Pototan Cave on Batan Island, off Cagraray Island, in Bicol, Philippines. Through the journey were great flowstone formations, lots of drapery, various hues, and an abundance stalactites. With no lantern and only waterproof flashlights (that I had to hold with my mouth several times), we waded waist and chest-deep through the underground river of brackish water, past several chambers with cold blue pools, whilst the constant sound of rushing waterfalls echoed through the walls.
My family and I lived in Hong Kong for two years. We even witnessed the Handover of Hong Kong to Chinese control from the British. We have been going back every now and then. These photographs were taken during my most recent trip there, back in January.
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My family and I lived in Shibuya and then Fukasawa in Japan for almost 3 years. My little sister was born there, but hardly remembered it. We went back last year in order to refresh her memory, and more. Took these photographs then.
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Random photographs taken of bits and parts of our Tao Safari around the Calamian Islands, west of Coron, in Palawan, Philippines.
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Photographs taken on the Subic-Clark-Tarlac Expressway (SCTEX) through parts of middle to Northern Luzon, Philippines. Even if these images are a couple of years old, I always find myself going back to them, as they serve as inspirational studies of tonal perspective.
Photographs taken during our 1-hour trek around the tiny Pass Island perimeter, done after breakfast the morning after spending the night sleeping on its beach.
It was a long beautiful stretch of sea, meeting sand, meeting rocky nooks and crannies.
Pass Island is a small dot amidst the Calamian Islands, west of Coron, in Nothern Palawan, Philippines.
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Photographs taken near, to, from, and at both Kayangan Lake and Barracuda Lake, situated shortly off the Northern coasts of Coron Island, part of the Calamian Islands in Northern Palawan, Philippines.
Kayangan Lake is supposedly the cleanest lake in the Philippines. With its crystal clear waters, one can explore the barren, jagged, rocky alien planet scape under its calm surface… But not before an uphill-downhill hike on a manicured path with large stone steps. A cave and look-out point serve as a rest stop, right at the pinnacle.
Barracuda Lake is past a gateway of limestone. Makeshift bridges of bamboo and wood bring you from the boat, through hazardous and jagged valleys of stone, to the lake through a crack. Brackish water makes it a favorite among divers for the haloclines down its dark depths.
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Calcite deposits, limestone, sea marble, and crevices… Taken at Cudugnon Cave in El Nido Bay, Palawan, Philippines.
Cudugnon Cave is famous for being a Neolithic burial ground and a WWII hiding place. All treasures, corpses, and artifacts have been excavated and moved to city museums.
Since childhood, geology has always been one of my obsessions.
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These are photos taken by art photographer Michael Demeo from Portland. He and his girl, Alyssa, own Sugar Gallery. I used to be shy exposing this side from me, but now I’m busting out on my shell.
On another more blog/rant note…
I am on the edge all of the time. I just recently finished the first painting in a collection I’m planning on showing here in Manila before I leave for the States again. When I was finished, I was screaming in utter joy. I had to let it all out, because it was such a painful process full of frustration. Knowing that I needed to get work done, as in other mandatory tasks in life, forced me to persevere amidst the battles within me. Am I really going to pursue a life in art when it not only serves as therapy, but also makes me suffer? Well, the answer is yes. Perhaps I should try write some songs and sing more often. It takes the heartache away, which I rationally attribute to the faulty compression of my lungs and my inherently irregular respiration. Or something.
I was born unable to breathe. A machine taught me how. I want a machine to help me relearn. I’m rusty.
