The prospect of going on an air trip again tomorrow has triggered memories of my family's last plane ride from Davao City back to Manila during a memorable weekend in September last year. While Butones napped on her mother's chest, I trained my camera on the window with the view of the propeller on the foreground, the clouds almost within reach.
Sometimes, when in Baguio, I imagine myself walking on and into clouds whenever the afternoon fog descends and turns everything outdoors a soft milky white.
Here's to cloudscapes from someone who yearns to live up there.
Photos of clouds by Babeth Lolarga
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Sometimes, when in Baguio, I imagine myself walking on and into clouds whenever the afternoon fog descends and turns everything outdoors a soft milky white.
Here's to cloudscapes from someone who yearns to live up there.
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