I know I'm in Baguio when I'm reluctant to leave home, except in the mornings when I sun myself and go for walks with Kai, my grand-daughter. Somehow my spirit is restored inside the home than elsewhere. On those walks sometimes I bring along my camera, too, to record the fascinating shapes sun and shadows make on objects and plants. Does it have to do with the quality of summer light?
Papier-mache horse from Laguna
Self-portrait with rumpled hair
Back of a bench
Rolly's knick-knacks
Clinging vine Photos by Babeth Lolarga
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