DETAILS AND SHADOWS

WAITING TO RISE

Time seems to be longer, in deed, when you are waiting. It's quite interesting to wait with a hundred more people standing in front of the moat that surrounds Angkor Wat only to see a single great ball of fire to rise. The moment knew no race. Everyone held up their breaths as the sun started to peek, teasing us with its hiding. After a little play of colors in the sky, the sun finally greeted us with just the right amount of warmth to complement with the cold breeze of the morning. And then, it was time to do the rounds. I breathed in, hoping never to breath out the air that filled my lungs paired with tranquility and joy. I secretly hoped it would never end.

ANGKOR WAT

In all fairness to the work that feeds me and finances every single roll of this out-of-the-ordinary hobby, it is not the one to blame for the lack of posts here in my blog for the past week. Workload has been fairly light actually, it was just that I had something that needed focus, a new endeavor that I am trying to figure out for myself. Adding to this self-made pressure is the paralysis I face every time I try to sit myself down to write something about my recent travel experience.

And why would I not feel such? Cambodia speaks to the heart that even I could not transcribe.

Arrived to Siem Reap close to midnight, I was quickly embraced by the cold wind the moment I got off the plane. The transport from the airport to the hotel by a tuk-tuk was memorable. There is nothing like that first few minutes of breathing air from a place you have never been before. After settling to the hotel and a few hours of sleep, a new and exciting day awaited to be discovered!

First order of business: Sunrise at the Angkor Wat. And more.

I drank every moment and detail of everything in sight. The walls, bars, steps, carvings, I touched and held them in my hands every chance I had, in fear of losing the reality that I am enveloped by all this wonder.

LET THE LIGHT IN

HOLGA IN BORACAY

The cold months are over. The usual cool breeze in the morning has gradually been replaced by little beads of sweat in my forehead. Summer is not officially back, I suppose, but we definitely feel it is returning early this year here.

I suddenly remembered my Holga shots this morning, for no reason at all. It just magically popped up in my head and what's more obvious to do but revisit them. Coincidentally, majority of my poorly-set shots are from the beach in Boracay, Aklan two years ago, very much giving off the vibe of summer.

Clearly, I didn't know what I was doing with the camera at that time. But imagine my excitement when I saw these shots and knew I got something out of the roll, no matter how blurred they are.

Oh, and before I forget. Boracay, you are missed.