This just in: I’m gearing up to spend three beautiful days in the island paradise of Palawan in just a couple of weeks, and I am beyond the moon with ecstasy!
I’ve only been there one other time, on one of those grand family trips, several years ago. My gigantic family had just gotten bigger, with the addition of a niece — my cousin’s daughter, Sab — and friends who just become family. It had been a while since we all went on a trip together. It was always Boracay for us, every year since I was 11 years old, but for some reason, it was different that year.
Instead, it was Puerto Princesa, Palawan, to see the Underground River. And it was a more-than-welcome change, because I remember being 11 and falling in love with Boracay when its salt water first splashed on my lips on, on the banca on the way to the island. I was hoping to relive the same experience with someplace else.
Admittedly, on a personal level, I was having a rough time. So this was a much-needed break. At the time, I was still experimenting with black and white film photography. In retrospect, I suppose it was reflexive of my mood.
“What was she doing, taking black and white photos of one of the most stupendous places on earth?” you ask.
Making sense of the gray. Taking the shadows with the light, and recognizing how integral they are to each other’s existence. Finding the life that happens in between black and white. That’s what.
Even the sky was gray when we first got there. But like with most bad days, the sun came out in the end.