
A question of perspective
Every single beach house in Bantayan wears the same sharp bikini. ” Try me, come closer and I ll rip you to the bones“bark the walls. Another light, another angle. The sun rays guided my lens and I came closer. The cutting edges had turned into sculptures. The weapon had became a protective vase. It’s probably true that we don’t see things as they are. We see things as we … Continue reading A question of perspective