January is an excellent time go out here in the Philippines. I mean, really go out. Hit the road. Leave the nest. Bike. Camp. Hike. Dive. No rains, no sweltering heat, no scorching sun. Nothing. Only the cool,cool, refreshing, siberian winds. But I am stuck here behind my desk wasting January on a pile of trash they call paperworks.
This is a disgrace to these young boys, whom I met in Ilian Hill weeks ago, savoring the pleasant day in their own “busy” way.
Ilian Hill, an idyllic elevation right at the slopes of Mount Iriga and home to the Agta-Tabangnon ethnic group, a gently vanishing race.
Wonderful pictures of the kids
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Simple joys of childhood…climbing a tree. And nice shot of the bougainvillea. That plant reminds me of my childhood.
Glad to made you feel nostalgic,Chila. Sometimes I stop to find meself looking at the past too. Sad and beautiful feeling
remembered my childhood days, wherein we enjoy playing under the sun till night under the radiant moon, running till our bare feet aches from the stepping at the pilapil, eating fruits straight from the trees and yes, riding on cows, kissing my pet goat., running after my mallard ducks….
Life is simplier in a faraway place….
Not really that far, car. You can go back to doing the same things if you really want to. Time is —- a place.
These pictures remind me of growing up outside of the hustle and bustle of a city, playing in the grass and trees. All kids should have this opportunity. Great photos, as usual, Elmer.
thanks sue, long time no hear. when are you coming here in the Phils…
Your photos are so vibrant. I can almost hear the boys giggling just by gazing at the photos… what made them so happy?
I really dont know Alma. You know kids they find fun in everything. Or maybe thats their way of saying “cheese!”
Thanks!