When the Storm Comes


When strong winds came to Cebu, we dropped everything head to the outskirts.

July 25, 2013

Jeremie smiled as he saw the trees twist and turn outside the window.

“Surf!” he said, excitedly as I paused and struggled to understand what he meant by that. He looked at me with serious eyes. “Let’s go!”

I watched—still dazed—as he moved around the room gathering a bunch of things and stuffed them inside his bag. Seriously? We’re driving down South on a weekday. I hesitated at first, but the idea of driving to a random place seemed enticing. It had been a while since I went on a spontaneous trip.

“Let’s go!” I said grabbing the only thing I needed to bring–a camera.

Leaves swaying
Waves crashing on rocks
Minglanilla store
Industrial setting
Industrial setting
Man surfing
Man surfing
Brown sand beach
Minglanilla mountains and trees
Old man walking the beach
Kid playing in the water
Observing the rocks
Children playing in the water
Boy looking at me from the water
Boy looking away
Boy playing with waves
Two boys in the water
Child and sky
Old man on the beach
Kids playing during sunset
Sunset in the beach

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