Tagum, promising a cold night in this part of the
planet. Soon after, droplets of rain started to startle
everybody in this place called the Night Market
where the heavy downpour of rain poses a grave
threat to the merchants and an equal dismay to their
patrons.
And this is where I found myself one night-
-amazed with how a busy street in broad daylight
transform into a bustling night market at the fall of
dusk. From the moment the sun kisses the western
sky, stalls sprout in the busy streets like mushrooms
and leave in the wee hours of the morning, just
before the mighty sun rises up and brings in a new
day full of hope. The usual sight of people from all
walks of life happily dining or haggling over preowned
clothes or designer bags or branded shoes
would surely leave an impression that night life is
more fun in this part of the world.
The strong wind or this excessive energy
present in the area probably blew the dark clouds
on that Sunday night. This is also when I felt I was
invisible. My romance with my camera, I then
realized, was a travesty of invisibility.
I am adamant that it is this invisibility
enabled me to see things on a large scale and
differently. My amazement of the place was only
short-lived as my attention was grabbed by persons
selling customized balloons. This scene exudes a
patina of happiness in a place where people seems
to brush it off. Except for children, of course. As
usual, and as each of us could have experienced
then, the radiant glow of excitement and happiness
is evidenced the moment a child lets hold of the tiny
string of the balloon and making sure it doesn’t let
go up in the air. To put it succinctly in our own
May 29, 2014
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Tagum, promising a cold night in this part of the
planet. Soon after, droplets of rain started to startle
everybody in this place called the Night Market
where the heavy downpour of rain poses a grave
threat to the merchants and an equal dismay to their
patrons.
And this is where I found myself one night-
-amazed with how a busy street in broad daylight
transform into a bustling night market at the fall of
dusk. From the moment the sun kisses the western
sky, stalls sprout in the busy streets like mushrooms
and leave in the wee hours of the morning, just
before the mighty sun rises up and brings in a new
day full of hope. The usual sight of people from all
walks of life happily dining or haggling over preowned
clothes or designer bags or branded shoes
would surely leave an impression that night life is
more fun in this part of the world.
The strong wind or this excessive energy
present in the area probably blew the dark clouds
on that Sunday night. This is also when I felt I was
invisible. My romance with my camera, I then
realized, was a travesty of invisibility.
I am adamant that it is this invisibility
enabled me to see things on a large scale and
differently. My amazement of the place was only
short-lived as my attention was grabbed by persons
selling customized balloons. This scene exudes a
patina of happiness in a place where people seems
to brush it off. Except for children, of course. As
usual, and as each of us could have experienced
then, the radiant glow of excitement and happiness
is evidenced the moment a child lets hold of the tiny
string of the balloon and making sure it doesn’t let
go up in the air. To put it succinctly in our own
planet. Soon after, droplets of rain started to startle
everybody in this place called the Night Market
where the heavy downpour of rain poses a grave
threat to the merchants and an equal dismay to their
patrons.
And this is where I found myself one night-
-amazed with how a busy street in broad daylight
transform into a bustling night market at the fall of
dusk. From the moment the sun kisses the western
sky, stalls sprout in the busy streets like mushrooms
and leave in the wee hours of the morning, just
before the mighty sun rises up and brings in a new
day full of hope. The usual sight of people from all
walks of life happily dining or haggling over preowned
clothes or designer bags or branded shoes
would surely leave an impression that night life is
more fun in this part of the world.
The strong wind or this excessive energy
present in the area probably blew the dark clouds
on that Sunday night. This is also when I felt I was
invisible. My romance with my camera, I then
realized, was a travesty of invisibility.
I am adamant that it is this invisibility
enabled me to see things on a large scale and
differently. My amazement of the place was only
short-lived as my attention was grabbed by persons
selling customized balloons. This scene exudes a
patina of happiness in a place where people seems
to brush it off. Except for children, of course. As
usual, and as each of us could have experienced
then, the radiant glow of excitement and happiness
is evidenced the moment a child lets hold of the tiny
string of the balloon and making sure it doesn’t let
go up in the air. To put it succinctly in our own
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