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As a young boy, I've always wanted to be Superman. Not because he had superhuman strength but because he had the ability to fly. Flight still fascinates me even at this age.
So when I got an invitation to see the Hot Air Balloon Festival, I immediately said yes. We drove 2 hours north of Manila to Clark Freeport Zone. We arrived at 3pm. The main event was scheduled at 530pm. Since we had time to spare, we went our separate ways and wandered through the grounds equipped with our cameras, ready to shoot. |
















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I roamed aimlessly. An hour passed and suddenly the sky was filled kites of all shapes and sizes. I was mesmerized. I felt free. Reality drifted as fantasy took over. I was a kid again.
Not wanting to miss the moment, I grabbed my camera and started to fire away hoping to capture the very essence of what I was feeling. |
















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I was in for a disappointment.
Too dark...too light...too near...too far...not wide enough...not long enough...
I started to panic. Each photograph didn't do justice to what I truly felt. Frustration settled and I was once an adult and loosing the moment. |
















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The harder I tried, the crappier the images got. I just couldn't make it happen. I felt incapable and defeated.
I strayed away from the crowd. Found a grassy field. Packed my camera and just sat there. |
















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Not wanting to ruin the day, I told myself 'if I can't photograph it, then I might as well take pleasure without having to do anything'. I let go.....I stopped being a photgrapher.
I was a kid again.
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And there I sat until light was no more. |













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