Osaka, Japan 2014
My favorite country apart from my own Philippines. This quick 5 day trip was more of a vacation than anything, so the shots are pretty casual. I thought I’d be able to get images like the amazing ones that tuck4 takes, but I guess not everyone is able to grasp Osaka light that magnificently in such a short time. We bought a lot of food and chocolate (of course) and I was thisclose to buying an X100s!
Tonight is one of the very few nights that I seemingly have nothing to do, and I’m thankful. I miss photography a lot, so so very much. 
More posts on Osaka-Kyoto and other recent events soon.  Osaka, Japan 2014
My favorite country apart from my own Philippines. This quick 5 day trip was more of a vacation than anything, so the shots are pretty casual. I thought I’d be able to get images like the amazing ones that tuck4 takes, but I guess not everyone is able to grasp Osaka light that magnificently in such a short time. We bought a lot of food and chocolate (of course) and I was thisclose to buying an X100s!
Tonight is one of the very few nights that I seemingly have nothing to do, and I’m thankful. I miss photography a lot, so so very much. 
More posts on Osaka-Kyoto and other recent events soon.  Osaka, Japan 2014
My favorite country apart from my own Philippines. This quick 5 day trip was more of a vacation than anything, so the shots are pretty casual. I thought I’d be able to get images like the amazing ones that tuck4 takes, but I guess not everyone is able to grasp Osaka light that magnificently in such a short time. We bought a lot of food and chocolate (of course) and I was thisclose to buying an X100s!
Tonight is one of the very few nights that I seemingly have nothing to do, and I’m thankful. I miss photography a lot, so so very much. 
More posts on Osaka-Kyoto and other recent events soon.  Osaka, Japan 2014
My favorite country apart from my own Philippines. This quick 5 day trip was more of a vacation than anything, so the shots are pretty casual. I thought I’d be able to get images like the amazing ones that tuck4 takes, but I guess not everyone is able to grasp Osaka light that magnificently in such a short time. We bought a lot of food and chocolate (of course) and I was thisclose to buying an X100s!
Tonight is one of the very few nights that I seemingly have nothing to do, and I’m thankful. I miss photography a lot, so so very much. 
More posts on Osaka-Kyoto and other recent events soon.  Osaka, Japan 2014
My favorite country apart from my own Philippines. This quick 5 day trip was more of a vacation than anything, so the shots are pretty casual. I thought I’d be able to get images like the amazing ones that tuck4 takes, but I guess not everyone is able to grasp Osaka light that magnificently in such a short time. We bought a lot of food and chocolate (of course) and I was thisclose to buying an X100s!
Tonight is one of the very few nights that I seemingly have nothing to do, and I’m thankful. I miss photography a lot, so so very much. 
More posts on Osaka-Kyoto and other recent events soon.  Osaka, Japan 2014
My favorite country apart from my own Philippines. This quick 5 day trip was more of a vacation than anything, so the shots are pretty casual. I thought I’d be able to get images like the amazing ones that tuck4 takes, but I guess not everyone is able to grasp Osaka light that magnificently in such a short time. We bought a lot of food and chocolate (of course) and I was thisclose to buying an X100s!
Tonight is one of the very few nights that I seemingly have nothing to do, and I’m thankful. I miss photography a lot, so so very much. 
More posts on Osaka-Kyoto and other recent events soon.  Osaka, Japan 2014
My favorite country apart from my own Philippines. This quick 5 day trip was more of a vacation than anything, so the shots are pretty casual. I thought I’d be able to get images like the amazing ones that tuck4 takes, but I guess not everyone is able to grasp Osaka light that magnificently in such a short time. We bought a lot of food and chocolate (of course) and I was thisclose to buying an X100s!
Tonight is one of the very few nights that I seemingly have nothing to do, and I’m thankful. I miss photography a lot, so so very much. 
More posts on Osaka-Kyoto and other recent events soon.  Osaka, Japan 2014
My favorite country apart from my own Philippines. This quick 5 day trip was more of a vacation than anything, so the shots are pretty casual. I thought I’d be able to get images like the amazing ones that tuck4 takes, but I guess not everyone is able to grasp Osaka light that magnificently in such a short time. We bought a lot of food and chocolate (of course) and I was thisclose to buying an X100s!
Tonight is one of the very few nights that I seemingly have nothing to do, and I’m thankful. I miss photography a lot, so so very much. 
More posts on Osaka-Kyoto and other recent events soon.  Osaka, Japan 2014
My favorite country apart from my own Philippines. This quick 5 day trip was more of a vacation than anything, so the shots are pretty casual. I thought I’d be able to get images like the amazing ones that tuck4 takes, but I guess not everyone is able to grasp Osaka light that magnificently in such a short time. We bought a lot of food and chocolate (of course) and I was thisclose to buying an X100s!
Tonight is one of the very few nights that I seemingly have nothing to do, and I’m thankful. I miss photography a lot, so so very much. 
More posts on Osaka-Kyoto and other recent events soon.  Osaka, Japan 2014
My favorite country apart from my own Philippines. This quick 5 day trip was more of a vacation than anything, so the shots are pretty casual. I thought I’d be able to get images like the amazing ones that tuck4 takes, but I guess not everyone is able to grasp Osaka light that magnificently in such a short time. We bought a lot of food and chocolate (of course) and I was thisclose to buying an X100s!
Tonight is one of the very few nights that I seemingly have nothing to do, and I’m thankful. I miss photography a lot, so so very much. 
More posts on Osaka-Kyoto and other recent events soon. 

Osaka, Japan 2014

My favorite country apart from my own Philippines. This quick 5 day trip was more of a vacation than anything, so the shots are pretty casual. I thought I’d be able to get images like the amazing ones that tuck4 takes, but I guess not everyone is able to grasp Osaka light that magnificently in such a short time. We bought a lot of food and chocolate (of course) and I was thisclose to buying an X100s!

Tonight is one of the very few nights that I seemingly have nothing to do, and I’m thankful. I miss photography a lot, so so very much. 

More posts on Osaka-Kyoto and other recent events soon. 

Sto. Nino de Tondo 2014
I’m a Catholic living in a very devout country, but we’ve never been a religious family. Religious rituals and processes probably fascinate me so much because of my own lack of spirituality. Although I believe with all my mind that God exists and that there is a higher power out there, it is difficult for me to fathom how people can totally manage to give themselves into something sublime. Speaking of the sublime, here’s an amazing strip by Existential Comics all about it. 
Monochrome, after a series of posts all in color.  Sto. Nino de Tondo 2014
I’m a Catholic living in a very devout country, but we’ve never been a religious family. Religious rituals and processes probably fascinate me so much because of my own lack of spirituality. Although I believe with all my mind that God exists and that there is a higher power out there, it is difficult for me to fathom how people can totally manage to give themselves into something sublime. Speaking of the sublime, here’s an amazing strip by Existential Comics all about it. 
Monochrome, after a series of posts all in color.  Sto. Nino de Tondo 2014
I’m a Catholic living in a very devout country, but we’ve never been a religious family. Religious rituals and processes probably fascinate me so much because of my own lack of spirituality. Although I believe with all my mind that God exists and that there is a higher power out there, it is difficult for me to fathom how people can totally manage to give themselves into something sublime. Speaking of the sublime, here’s an amazing strip by Existential Comics all about it. 
Monochrome, after a series of posts all in color.  Sto. Nino de Tondo 2014
I’m a Catholic living in a very devout country, but we’ve never been a religious family. Religious rituals and processes probably fascinate me so much because of my own lack of spirituality. Although I believe with all my mind that God exists and that there is a higher power out there, it is difficult for me to fathom how people can totally manage to give themselves into something sublime. Speaking of the sublime, here’s an amazing strip by Existential Comics all about it. 
Monochrome, after a series of posts all in color.  Sto. Nino de Tondo 2014
I’m a Catholic living in a very devout country, but we’ve never been a religious family. Religious rituals and processes probably fascinate me so much because of my own lack of spirituality. Although I believe with all my mind that God exists and that there is a higher power out there, it is difficult for me to fathom how people can totally manage to give themselves into something sublime. Speaking of the sublime, here’s an amazing strip by Existential Comics all about it. 
Monochrome, after a series of posts all in color.  Sto. Nino de Tondo 2014
I’m a Catholic living in a very devout country, but we’ve never been a religious family. Religious rituals and processes probably fascinate me so much because of my own lack of spirituality. Although I believe with all my mind that God exists and that there is a higher power out there, it is difficult for me to fathom how people can totally manage to give themselves into something sublime. Speaking of the sublime, here’s an amazing strip by Existential Comics all about it. 
Monochrome, after a series of posts all in color.  Sto. Nino de Tondo 2014
I’m a Catholic living in a very devout country, but we’ve never been a religious family. Religious rituals and processes probably fascinate me so much because of my own lack of spirituality. Although I believe with all my mind that God exists and that there is a higher power out there, it is difficult for me to fathom how people can totally manage to give themselves into something sublime. Speaking of the sublime, here’s an amazing strip by Existential Comics all about it. 
Monochrome, after a series of posts all in color.  Sto. Nino de Tondo 2014
I’m a Catholic living in a very devout country, but we’ve never been a religious family. Religious rituals and processes probably fascinate me so much because of my own lack of spirituality. Although I believe with all my mind that God exists and that there is a higher power out there, it is difficult for me to fathom how people can totally manage to give themselves into something sublime. Speaking of the sublime, here’s an amazing strip by Existential Comics all about it. 
Monochrome, after a series of posts all in color.  Sto. Nino de Tondo 2014
I’m a Catholic living in a very devout country, but we’ve never been a religious family. Religious rituals and processes probably fascinate me so much because of my own lack of spirituality. Although I believe with all my mind that God exists and that there is a higher power out there, it is difficult for me to fathom how people can totally manage to give themselves into something sublime. Speaking of the sublime, here’s an amazing strip by Existential Comics all about it. 
Monochrome, after a series of posts all in color.  Sto. Nino de Tondo 2014
I’m a Catholic living in a very devout country, but we’ve never been a religious family. Religious rituals and processes probably fascinate me so much because of my own lack of spirituality. Although I believe with all my mind that God exists and that there is a higher power out there, it is difficult for me to fathom how people can totally manage to give themselves into something sublime. Speaking of the sublime, here’s an amazing strip by Existential Comics all about it. 
Monochrome, after a series of posts all in color. 

Sto. Nino de Tondo 2014

I’m a Catholic living in a very devout country, but we’ve never been a religious family. Religious rituals and processes probably fascinate me so much because of my own lack of spirituality. Although I believe with all my mind that God exists and that there is a higher power out there, it is difficult for me to fathom how people can totally manage to give themselves into something sublime. Speaking of the sublime, here’s an amazing strip by Existential Comics all about it. 

Monochrome, after a series of posts all in color. 

Phuket and Bangkok, Thailand
If I were to live in any city away from Manila or the Philippines, I’d probably be most comfortable in Bangkok. Cheap and delicious food, lovely fruit, courteous people, and cute boys(!). The only problem would be the language barrier and how difficult it is to read and write Thai. My heart has a soft spot for Bangkok and how it’s so much like Manila in so many ways, the grit, humor, and the meeting of old and new infrastructure. Phuket and Bangkok, Thailand
If I were to live in any city away from Manila or the Philippines, I’d probably be most comfortable in Bangkok. Cheap and delicious food, lovely fruit, courteous people, and cute boys(!). The only problem would be the language barrier and how difficult it is to read and write Thai. My heart has a soft spot for Bangkok and how it’s so much like Manila in so many ways, the grit, humor, and the meeting of old and new infrastructure. Phuket and Bangkok, Thailand
If I were to live in any city away from Manila or the Philippines, I’d probably be most comfortable in Bangkok. Cheap and delicious food, lovely fruit, courteous people, and cute boys(!). The only problem would be the language barrier and how difficult it is to read and write Thai. My heart has a soft spot for Bangkok and how it’s so much like Manila in so many ways, the grit, humor, and the meeting of old and new infrastructure. Phuket and Bangkok, Thailand
If I were to live in any city away from Manila or the Philippines, I’d probably be most comfortable in Bangkok. Cheap and delicious food, lovely fruit, courteous people, and cute boys(!). The only problem would be the language barrier and how difficult it is to read and write Thai. My heart has a soft spot for Bangkok and how it’s so much like Manila in so many ways, the grit, humor, and the meeting of old and new infrastructure. Phuket and Bangkok, Thailand
If I were to live in any city away from Manila or the Philippines, I’d probably be most comfortable in Bangkok. Cheap and delicious food, lovely fruit, courteous people, and cute boys(!). The only problem would be the language barrier and how difficult it is to read and write Thai. My heart has a soft spot for Bangkok and how it’s so much like Manila in so many ways, the grit, humor, and the meeting of old and new infrastructure. Phuket and Bangkok, Thailand
If I were to live in any city away from Manila or the Philippines, I’d probably be most comfortable in Bangkok. Cheap and delicious food, lovely fruit, courteous people, and cute boys(!). The only problem would be the language barrier and how difficult it is to read and write Thai. My heart has a soft spot for Bangkok and how it’s so much like Manila in so many ways, the grit, humor, and the meeting of old and new infrastructure. Phuket and Bangkok, Thailand
If I were to live in any city away from Manila or the Philippines, I’d probably be most comfortable in Bangkok. Cheap and delicious food, lovely fruit, courteous people, and cute boys(!). The only problem would be the language barrier and how difficult it is to read and write Thai. My heart has a soft spot for Bangkok and how it’s so much like Manila in so many ways, the grit, humor, and the meeting of old and new infrastructure. Phuket and Bangkok, Thailand
If I were to live in any city away from Manila or the Philippines, I’d probably be most comfortable in Bangkok. Cheap and delicious food, lovely fruit, courteous people, and cute boys(!). The only problem would be the language barrier and how difficult it is to read and write Thai. My heart has a soft spot for Bangkok and how it’s so much like Manila in so many ways, the grit, humor, and the meeting of old and new infrastructure. Phuket and Bangkok, Thailand
If I were to live in any city away from Manila or the Philippines, I’d probably be most comfortable in Bangkok. Cheap and delicious food, lovely fruit, courteous people, and cute boys(!). The only problem would be the language barrier and how difficult it is to read and write Thai. My heart has a soft spot for Bangkok and how it’s so much like Manila in so many ways, the grit, humor, and the meeting of old and new infrastructure. Phuket and Bangkok, Thailand
If I were to live in any city away from Manila or the Philippines, I’d probably be most comfortable in Bangkok. Cheap and delicious food, lovely fruit, courteous people, and cute boys(!). The only problem would be the language barrier and how difficult it is to read and write Thai. My heart has a soft spot for Bangkok and how it’s so much like Manila in so many ways, the grit, humor, and the meeting of old and new infrastructure.

Phuket and Bangkok, Thailand

If I were to live in any city away from Manila or the Philippines, I’d probably be most comfortable in Bangkok. Cheap and delicious food, lovely fruit, courteous people, and cute boys(!). The only problem would be the language barrier and how difficult it is to read and write Thai. My heart has a soft spot for Bangkok and how it’s so much like Manila in so many ways, the grit, humor, and the meeting of old and new infrastructure.

Santorini, Greece
Blue is a color I see everyday, but Santorini’s signature color lives up to its reputation, there’s something about the sunlight that makes the shade of the water and the sky extra brilliant. The idyllic Greek provincial life, a sharp contrast to life in the metropolis of Athens, a couple of hours away by plane. We got to ride a donkey and ate feta cheese by the spoonfuls from a restaurant called “Mama”. Santorini is mostly known for Oia, the scenic hill of houses in the first photo, and posh porcelain white hotels, but the best part, if you ask me, is the brilliant blue brightness of the sky and sea, cleaning the air every time you take a deep breath Santorini, Greece
Blue is a color I see everyday, but Santorini’s signature color lives up to its reputation, there’s something about the sunlight that makes the shade of the water and the sky extra brilliant. The idyllic Greek provincial life, a sharp contrast to life in the metropolis of Athens, a couple of hours away by plane. We got to ride a donkey and ate feta cheese by the spoonfuls from a restaurant called “Mama”. Santorini is mostly known for Oia, the scenic hill of houses in the first photo, and posh porcelain white hotels, but the best part, if you ask me, is the brilliant blue brightness of the sky and sea, cleaning the air every time you take a deep breath Santorini, Greece
Blue is a color I see everyday, but Santorini’s signature color lives up to its reputation, there’s something about the sunlight that makes the shade of the water and the sky extra brilliant. The idyllic Greek provincial life, a sharp contrast to life in the metropolis of Athens, a couple of hours away by plane. We got to ride a donkey and ate feta cheese by the spoonfuls from a restaurant called “Mama”. Santorini is mostly known for Oia, the scenic hill of houses in the first photo, and posh porcelain white hotels, but the best part, if you ask me, is the brilliant blue brightness of the sky and sea, cleaning the air every time you take a deep breath Santorini, Greece
Blue is a color I see everyday, but Santorini’s signature color lives up to its reputation, there’s something about the sunlight that makes the shade of the water and the sky extra brilliant. The idyllic Greek provincial life, a sharp contrast to life in the metropolis of Athens, a couple of hours away by plane. We got to ride a donkey and ate feta cheese by the spoonfuls from a restaurant called “Mama”. Santorini is mostly known for Oia, the scenic hill of houses in the first photo, and posh porcelain white hotels, but the best part, if you ask me, is the brilliant blue brightness of the sky and sea, cleaning the air every time you take a deep breath Santorini, Greece
Blue is a color I see everyday, but Santorini’s signature color lives up to its reputation, there’s something about the sunlight that makes the shade of the water and the sky extra brilliant. The idyllic Greek provincial life, a sharp contrast to life in the metropolis of Athens, a couple of hours away by plane. We got to ride a donkey and ate feta cheese by the spoonfuls from a restaurant called “Mama”. Santorini is mostly known for Oia, the scenic hill of houses in the first photo, and posh porcelain white hotels, but the best part, if you ask me, is the brilliant blue brightness of the sky and sea, cleaning the air every time you take a deep breath Santorini, Greece
Blue is a color I see everyday, but Santorini’s signature color lives up to its reputation, there’s something about the sunlight that makes the shade of the water and the sky extra brilliant. The idyllic Greek provincial life, a sharp contrast to life in the metropolis of Athens, a couple of hours away by plane. We got to ride a donkey and ate feta cheese by the spoonfuls from a restaurant called “Mama”. Santorini is mostly known for Oia, the scenic hill of houses in the first photo, and posh porcelain white hotels, but the best part, if you ask me, is the brilliant blue brightness of the sky and sea, cleaning the air every time you take a deep breath Santorini, Greece
Blue is a color I see everyday, but Santorini’s signature color lives up to its reputation, there’s something about the sunlight that makes the shade of the water and the sky extra brilliant. The idyllic Greek provincial life, a sharp contrast to life in the metropolis of Athens, a couple of hours away by plane. We got to ride a donkey and ate feta cheese by the spoonfuls from a restaurant called “Mama”. Santorini is mostly known for Oia, the scenic hill of houses in the first photo, and posh porcelain white hotels, but the best part, if you ask me, is the brilliant blue brightness of the sky and sea, cleaning the air every time you take a deep breath Santorini, Greece
Blue is a color I see everyday, but Santorini’s signature color lives up to its reputation, there’s something about the sunlight that makes the shade of the water and the sky extra brilliant. The idyllic Greek provincial life, a sharp contrast to life in the metropolis of Athens, a couple of hours away by plane. We got to ride a donkey and ate feta cheese by the spoonfuls from a restaurant called “Mama”. Santorini is mostly known for Oia, the scenic hill of houses in the first photo, and posh porcelain white hotels, but the best part, if you ask me, is the brilliant blue brightness of the sky and sea, cleaning the air every time you take a deep breath Santorini, Greece
Blue is a color I see everyday, but Santorini’s signature color lives up to its reputation, there’s something about the sunlight that makes the shade of the water and the sky extra brilliant. The idyllic Greek provincial life, a sharp contrast to life in the metropolis of Athens, a couple of hours away by plane. We got to ride a donkey and ate feta cheese by the spoonfuls from a restaurant called “Mama”. Santorini is mostly known for Oia, the scenic hill of houses in the first photo, and posh porcelain white hotels, but the best part, if you ask me, is the brilliant blue brightness of the sky and sea, cleaning the air every time you take a deep breath Santorini, Greece
Blue is a color I see everyday, but Santorini’s signature color lives up to its reputation, there’s something about the sunlight that makes the shade of the water and the sky extra brilliant. The idyllic Greek provincial life, a sharp contrast to life in the metropolis of Athens, a couple of hours away by plane. We got to ride a donkey and ate feta cheese by the spoonfuls from a restaurant called “Mama”. Santorini is mostly known for Oia, the scenic hill of houses in the first photo, and posh porcelain white hotels, but the best part, if you ask me, is the brilliant blue brightness of the sky and sea, cleaning the air every time you take a deep breath

Santorini, Greece

Blue is a color I see everyday, but Santorini’s signature color lives up to its reputation, there’s something about the sunlight that makes the shade of the water and the sky extra brilliant. The idyllic Greek provincial life, a sharp contrast to life in the metropolis of Athens, a couple of hours away by plane. We got to ride a donkey and ate feta cheese by the spoonfuls from a restaurant called “Mama”. Santorini is mostly known for Oia, the scenic hill of houses in the first photo, and posh porcelain white hotels, but the best part, if you ask me, is the brilliant blue brightness of the sky and sea, cleaning the air every time you take a deep breath

Getting some posts up and ready to post, so here’s a simple update for now. I’ve been trying out this habit where in I take photos of absolutely anything: beds, weighing scales, shoes, grime on the bathroom tiles, etc. Getting some posts up and ready to post, so here’s a simple update for now. I’ve been trying out this habit where in I take photos of absolutely anything: beds, weighing scales, shoes, grime on the bathroom tiles, etc.

Getting some posts up and ready to post, so here’s a simple update for now. I’ve been trying out this habit where in I take photos of absolutely anything: beds, weighing scales, shoes, grime on the bathroom tiles, etc.

Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year. 

Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip

I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 

Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 

More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year. 

Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle. 

Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud

It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle. 

Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself. 

Seoul, South Korea 2014 

A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 

Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 

The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself. 

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Ladies and gentlemen, tuck4. I can only hope to take photographs as good as he does. 

Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.   

Strangers

Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it’s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I’ll probably never see again.

When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I’m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.

I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.