terminal illness

someday, i wish to scale mountains and sail seas, lost amidst trees, with someone, “infinitely interesting”. someone quite like you.  

REM + woods + thinking about you 

Nikon FM10 x Lomo Xpro Chrome 100

camping X sprocket holes

Analog Sunsets: Land x Sea

Cameras: Konica C35 AF2 x Nikon FM10

Film: Fuji Superia 400 x Kodak Ektachrome 100

soul healing 

Post-Graduation Soul Adventure #1: Anawangin Cove, Zambales

Art is about successful expression, whether you choose to reflect or distort reality, retain or alter perspective. If you opt to stick within the confines of tradition, but later, feel a pang of discontentment, an ulcer consuming from the borders of your work; if you declare a limitation halfway through but push on anyway, resulting with something claiming only three-fourths of what you originally wanted to express, then sadly, you fail with your art. Therefore dear former colleague, I deem your purist argument invalid. Good thing I left your party a long time ago.

One day, i went to the mountain, where the river gushed trough my heart and mind, and you didn’t. One day, i went to the mountain, and found peace. 

testing the waters

Rice Field, Nice Field II