An influx of giclee, yipeee!
Market stuff. ðµ ð ð¸
Beautiful day for Sunday market!
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Mick Jagged rocks. Ahahaha. So witty.
A tangle of sea detritus.
I look away for two seconds and next thing I know he’s there.
When you live somewhere forever and don’t notice, then you move away for awhile and come back - suddenly everything is different and new. It happens.
Ben Cabrera, Death & Resurrection, Acrylic on Canvas, 2004.
Leonard Aguinaldo, Faking Me, Rubber Cut, 2003.
Museum interiors are always a calming influence.
Mick and I then made our way to the topmost rice paddy to take in the view. Then continued walking the rice paddies - balancing on the paddy ledges, climbing down steps of protruding rocks a foot narrow - all the way to the village in the valley. Chatted with a local weaver then made our way back up again. It took us about 2 hours. I’m embarrassed to say this but my lower limbs are now non-functioning.
45mins on a jeepney and an hour of mountain trail later and this is your reward.
Good morning from Banaue! ð»
Those mountain-y looking things? Well they’re actually mountains of volcanic ash from the 1991 eruption of Mt. Pinatubo. They say she displaced 10-cubic-km of rocks and ash that one time.
Telling me to keep up. I think he overestimates my short-person stride.
My own pack mule. Hahaha.
Local transport.
Fully loaded.
“Untitled” - by Nature.
