Sometime ago I escaped the city and hied off to Sagada. There I met Rocky, smoking some weed, squatting on a sidewalk. He agreed to a couple of photos, jested that I stole his soul. I owe the guy—I promised to send photos of Sagada, but unfortunately I lost the snail-mail address that he wrote on tiny piece of paper. If any of you know him, do drop me a line where I can send his photos. Thank you, Rocky, and thank you to whoever helps.
Sometime before I took this shot, fellow photogs and I literally chased the sunset deep inside Laguna after having been told of this “marvelous view overlooking …” The chase took us to territories unsafe–in ways more than one–and decided to back off. Frustrated, of course. Until one day at the beach in Pannasinan, while everyone was resting after a long tiring drive, I patiently sat at the terrace armed with an ipod and San Mig Light. You ain’t getting away this time, elusive Sun!
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