Inspiration: This shot of the mountain as we left Baguio.
Waking up in the Philippines isn't always a pleasant experience.
Summer is particularly gnarly and the days are just sweat-meltingly hot.
But this was taken in Baguio;
and regardless of the crumbling shanties and the sad,
silent people walking the empty streets, I was happy.
I want to live here.
In the place where mist covers the land in the early hours,
keeping mysteries under her damp veil.
I want to bring my coffee mug to the porch outside and
breathe in the joy of being at the right place at the right time.
But then, you can't have everything.
Not all the time.
So I twiddle my thumbs,
hum a tune,
and wait for my next trip to the North.
