actually, our only park.
and it was donated to us by Imelda Marcos back in the day.
and rumor has it that for that reason, our city neglected to take care of it.
so now it is an overgrown skatepark and barkada hangout.
Apo Island.
sunset.
“…there was no searching, no desire, no imitation, no effort to be seen, only light and peace.”
off the grid. no other foreigners in sight.
sunset at Apo Island.
in the market.
beauty in the common everyday sights…
textiles.
at Bohol Bee Farm.
fish.
perdy fish in da market.
kites.
summertime.
for most of our volunteers, summertime flashes memories of sleepless nights spent spread eagle as you saturate in your own sweat, afternoons spent silently sobbing to yourself in front of a fan (until the electricity quits), or the feeling of your skin burning away as you walk beneath a sun that feels like it is 10 meters away.
fun!
despite the intense heat and the increase in brownouts, summertime is awesome. following the grueling school months, the children and youth go through a period of renewal and rejuvenation which is then rippled forward and seen in the faces of their parents and community members.
one of my favorite summertime activities…FLYING DA KITES!
Kids here are incredibly resourceful. They’ll make kites out of plastic bags, sticks and sardine cans.
The power lines are commonly strewn with kite tails and bodies, caught in the lines like a web. A sure sign of summertime.
