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Walking on foot brings you down to the very stark, naked core of existence. We travel too much in airplanes and cars. It’s an existential quality that we are losing. It’s almost like a credo of religion that we should walk.
There is, of course, something inherently romantic—if not heroic—about the extreme solitary explorer enveloped by nature. The very image of Herzog on foot recalls the iconic 19th-century paintings of Caspar David Friedrich, especially his Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog, with its lone figure staring out at the wide vista above the clouds.
'Truth itself wanders through the forests,' Herzog writes near the end. Yet here he embroiders his memories for effect: The vast swath of geography between Munich and Paris is littered with industrial towns and cities.
Once he comes out on the other end, traversing the deforested Champs-Élysées (“We were close to what they call the breath of danger”), Herzog emerges victorious.
― Of Walking in Ice: (Munich-Paris, 23 November–14 December 1974)
by Werner Herzog
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“Nietzsche also proposed a second kind of tourism, whereby we may learn how our societies and identities have been formed by the past and so acquire a sense of continuity and belonging.
The person practising this kind of tourism ‘looks beyond his own individual transitory existence and feels himself to be the spirit of his house, his race, his city’.
He can gaze at old buildings and feel ‘the happiness of knowing that he is not wholly accidental and arbitrary but grown out of a past as its heir, flower, and fruit, and that his existence is thus excused and indeed justified'.”
—The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton
DEPICTIONS: A tale of PORTRAITS
Before my marriage to landscape, I was a disciple of portraits.
I missed shooting portraits.
That is why I would like to share some of my collection of portraits taken during a trip with Manny Librodo in Pagsanjan.
I wanted to rekindle my love for portraits and here are some of my work...
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September is perfect for new beginnings. Typically January is the beginning of the year, but for me September always feels like New Year.
It's a sudden stop!
I headed to Holland at the start of June for a suprise buck's party for our good friend Guido. I spent an afternoon alone, exploring the canals & sun-drenched streets of Amsterdam before meeting with friends.
We head off to France tommorrow to shot our first wedding on the weekend.
Fingers crossed for good luck.
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Amsterdam, Holland.
2009.
"Be present. Make love. Make tea. Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed. Make someone else’s bed. Have a smart mouth, and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create. Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes. Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. Let go of what doesn’t make you happy. Grow."
— Paulo Coelho
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Timing and the right use of shutter speed is essental in creating interesting wave patterns. For me to capture this I experimented in suing shutter speeds from 1/4 to 2 seconds.
“No changing of place at a hundred miles an hour will make us one whit stronger, happier, or wiser. There was always more in the world than men could see, walked they ever so slowly; they will see it no better for going fast. The really precious things are thought and sight, not pace”
–Ruskin
We are passionate about bringing a relaxed approach while creating beautiful, natural and vibrant images.
Early morning walk with my Nikon F3HP & a fresh roll of Kodak TriX400 on Thanksgiving morning after heavy snow all night. 2019
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn.
Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
“No changing of place at a hundred miles an hour will make us one whit stronger, happier, or wiser. There was always more in the world than men could see, walked they ever so slowly; they will see it no better for going fast. The really precious things are thought and sight, not pace”
–Ruskin
"The truth is, your lifestyle is not defined by the things you live with, but by the way you live and the happiness it brings to yourself and others." 🌟 🌈
“ 'Anything I learnt would have to be justified by private benefit rather than by the interest of others. My discoveries would have to enliven me; they would have in some way to prove ‘life-enhancing’.
The term was Nietzsche's. In the autumn of 1873, Friedrich Nietzsche composed an essay in which he distinguished between collecting facts like an explorer or academic and using already well known facts to the end of inner, psychological enrichment”
— The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton
Walking on foot brings you down to the very stark, naked core of existence. We travel too much in airplanes and cars. It’s an existential quality that we are losing. It’s almost like a credo of religion that we should walk.
There is, of course, something inherently romantic—if not heroic—about the extreme solitary explorer enveloped by nature. The very image of Herzog on foot recalls the iconic 19th-century paintings of Caspar David Friedrich, especially his Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog, with its lone figure staring out at the wide vista above the clouds.
'Truth itself wanders through the forests,' Herzog writes near the end. Yet here he embroiders his memories for effect: The vast swath of geography between Munich and Paris is littered with industrial towns and cities.
Once he comes out on the other end, traversing the deforested Champs-Élysées (“We were close to what they call the breath of danger”), Herzog emerges victorious.
― Of Walking in Ice: (Munich-Paris, 23 November–14 December 1974)
by Werner Herzog
LIFE AND DEATH
Celebes Sea being an ancient ocean basin and part of western pacific ocean can be a friend or foe, in one time silent and still as a melody and the next as violent and vibrant as a rock song.
This is one of my fave in yesterday's session. Remnants of a once mighty sea spruce, it lies desolated in the shore, with a young tree blossoming in the background, withstanding the might of the waves.
PROLOGUE: It has been a while since I did some serious landscape shoot. Finally a chance to be alone with the sea.
SARANGANI: A Revisit to Paradise
More than a year has past since I last visited this place, with more than 3,000 kms of coastal area facing the mighty Celebes sea. My last visit has enabled me to capture memorable landscapes that have given me awards and recognitions. Truly this revisit is special.
A 45 minutes travel from Gensan, I set out to capture hopefully, enduring and timeless landscapes.
Blessed with a golden light and mighty winds with crashing waves, it was a perfect scene.
These are my takes on my first day in this landscape utopia.
The island of Alcatraz. Guest starring the Coit Tower.
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“What interests me is not the destination, but the attitude [traveling with new eyes and an open mind].” — Giampiero Bodino
An underground hallway in Montreal leading to the subway. The lighting can probably make your problems go away!
Delicate remnants of a warmer time are embraced by the first snow. A quiet moment of transition, captured in nature’s minimalist palette.
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“Learning became her.
She loved the smell of the book from the shelves, the type on the pages, the sense that the world was an infinite but knowable place.
Every fact she learned seemed to open another question, and for every question there was another book.”
— Robert Goolrick
This a portrait of one of the locals..his face tells a lot of stories and the war he has seen.
A business trip to Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam made me realized how much I missed shooting travel and streets.
Gearing away from my comfort zone of shooting landscapes, I try to wander the busy streets of Ho Chi Minh.
These are my capture of Ho Chi Minh with side trips at Cu Chi and Mekong Delta.
This infrared shot was taken in a rubber tree farm on the way to Cu Chi tunnel.
A business trip to Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam made me realized how much I missed shooting travel and streets.
Gearing away from my comfort zone of shooting landscapes, I try to wander the busy streets of Ho Chi Minh.
These are my capture of Ho Chi Minh with side trips at Cu Chi and Mekong Delta.