Sagada Deeper in the jungle, we wait under a heavy rain. Roads are flooded, covered by new ephemeral torrents. Water’s pouring like only tropical skies can.Mountains are sliding and eating the road, but we’re safe, eating a delicious sisig with[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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Banaue Their ancestors carved the mountains to grow rice. Digging terrasses, erecting walls, preparing the mud cake, plating, replanting, watering, caring to finally harvesting once a year…Herculean to make, Sisyphean to maintain.Fewer and fewer want to put this kind of[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Honeymoon We’re back from over the oceans, with some storiesAbout the Philippines we brought you memoriesTales of what we saw, of where we went, what we’ve doneOur honeymoon’s over. Our journey, just begun <3 /* Pencil doodle from A6 sketchbook[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Blossoming As i travel through land and memories,Visiting old friends and new friends,I have with me my pencils to keep tryingTo draw and color my dreams on paper. *** Voyageant par monts et par vauxPour visiter les amis d’hier et[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Sailing away “I’m sailing awaySet an open course for the Virgin Sea‘Cause I’ve got to be freeFree to face the life that’s ahead of me…” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5MAg_yWsq8 Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Porte-mine sur carnet A6
Scotland A land overwhelmed by nature, shrouded in mystics fog and dark waters.A land where the wind sings the songs of the earth, carried over the oceansA land of strong and marvelous peoples, with hearth on their hands This land’s[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Flying above the clouds I don’t really like planes. I can’t shake the feeling of impeding doom, mechanical failure or worse. These fears are not based on logic, nor reason, and I do like the magnificent views, the bright sun[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Returning Home – Sarg’, permission to talk freely?– Yes, son– Why the f*** are we carrying a eyed rock to the gate?– Don’t ask, Don’t tell. The white coat said so, son. So take that… eyed thing, go up there,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Returning Home – Sarg’, permission to talk freely?– Yes, son– Why the f*** are we carrying a eyed rock to the gate?– Don’t ask, Don’t tell. The white coat said so, son. So take that… eyed thing, go up there,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…