White Beach, Boracay Island. Canon G11, handheld.
Boracay island equals sand and beach and playtime. Taken in front of our hotel La Carmela de Boracay, I was comfortably seated under the hotel’s canvas canopy on an early Saturday morning making sure my boys are above water.
Being a doting mom and soaking up the view of Boracay beach with a compact digicam always on the ready. The water was not as blue but I like how the low tide showed much of the sand as it gradually got lost in a creamy mixture of beach and sea and on towards the horizon accentuated with a lone sailboat coaxing the early morning crowd for a water adventure.
The sun was indecisive that morning, somewhat shy and doing peek-a-boos from behind thick clouds. Handheld my camera. Good thing my G11 has good image stabilization or else I’ll have crappy blurry photos all the time. I think Canon made it for moms.
The Crimson Hotel, Alabang Muntinlupa. Canon Powershot G11, A mode.
On my way to fetch my son at Alabang, I exit the South Toll booth of the South Luzon Expressway and followed the road turning left. This road brings me towards a building filling up the front of my windshield everyday with its linear glory.
I see this building everyday, twice a day but today it looked so happy lighted up from its side by a sunny 3:30 pm sun with a backdrop of cerulean skies interspersed with tufts of white clouds. I just can’t help but stop and admire.
I stayed inside my car at the driver’s seat, pulled my window down and took my shots from there. If possible I wanted to take 2-3 steps to the left to remove from my sight the leaning street post on the right but I may become tonight’s pedestrian accident news. Nah, not worth the risk.
As I was finishing my shots and preparing to drive on to motherhood and daily rituals, a sedan stopped in front of my vehicle with hazard lights flashing. A black vest with red tie driver stepped out and signaled for me to stop as a lady in dark coat and skirt approached me with a brochure in hand saying they noticed I was taking photos of their hotel and inviting me to visit them to see the interiors. I get it! They thought I was a security risk. I politely told them I was into this photography hobby and was just admiring their building. I have been passing by this road for years and never knew it was a hotel. Now I’m properly informed. On hindsight, I appreciate their efficiency and high security measures and I should have offered a more thorough explanation for my seemingly bizarre action. I should be prepared for future incidents like this with a ready answer. Lesson learned!