Sometimes I travel.

There are just some places in this world that feel like a dream. It doesn't matter where you are. It doesn't have to be far away, in some tropical part of the world. It could be anywhere. Someplace new.
Someplace, where you don't know the names of any of the streets, and, maybe, there aren't any names for them anyway. Someplace where, maybe, they speak the same language, but the accents are a little bit different, or harder to understand. Everything is foreign, but not necessarily a foreign land. At least that's the way I feel when I travel.

I'm probably romanticizing it a bit much, but it's something close to that.

Goodbye, Philippines. Part 2/2 (sort of)

Well, first things first. So, in the previous post where I said that I was coming to the end of pictures from the Philippines... "end" might not have been the right word. Apparently I'm just very disorganized, and I do in fact have more photos--just not from the Sagada portion of the trip.

So I was right, and I was wrong. Mostly wrong. But... whatever.

Moving on...

Goodbye, Philippines: A two part ender. (Part one)

 I've pretty much run out of what pictures I have (with me/from this roll) of the month in 2009 that I spent with family and friends in the Philippines. The sad part is, I still have several rolls that I have yet to develop (if they'll still even turn out); both slide & standard film. Eventually, I swear, I'll get them developed. I just don't know where to do it out here in Mass.

This was, obviously, the first shot on the roll--one of those lessons learned about advancing the film far enough forward before shooting. 

Summer, 2009

Again with the older pictures. But, like all things, I feel that they need a place to be, and this seems like a place just as good as any.

Okay. So, the first picture... It's not at an angle because I was having some sort of epileptic seizure induced fit of artistic license. On one of the days when we were up in Sagada (which is where all of these pictures were taken), we were supposed to go visit some caves, see more of the hanging coffins, and pretty much just do some more of the kind of bumming around that tourists do when they've driven two-track way up the side of a mountain and out of their sedentary, comfort-inducing surroundings.

Edit 7/01/11 ~ (Sagada is located in the Philippines, roughly, about a day and a half's worth of driving north of Manila.) 

Basically, we weren't able to go through the foot path that we needed to make in order to get to the caves because there was a ceremony that was closed to outsiders (and, if I recall correctly, it had to do with the blessing of the rice crops--but  whether or not that is a truth, is yet to be determined). While we were waiting around be the end of the roadway, just behind where the little boy is sitting, to find out why/if/when we could/couldn't pass, there were some little kids running around (presumably waiting for school--based on their backpacks and clothes).

Most of the kids were in little groups. They were running around, chasing one another, throwing rocks. Everyone. Except this little boy. Waiting patiently. Off to one side. By himself.