7th of February
A warm, slow breeze blows in over the dry reef,
Sweeps up the shoreline, dousing me in freshness.
No daylight this, but a world of moonlight,
The heavens are spread with small points of light.
Motionless; I watch the soldier crabs emerge.
Black, noise-some mud clings to the soles of my feet.
My whole world is silent; the village is dark.
My hot soul is soothed and lulled by the sea-sound.
Possessed of a sudden euphoria born of shore-ripples, of wind, of salt, of freedom,
I take up off up the bare slope, dodging crab holes…
This spur-of-the-moment photography is a part of an spontaneous road trip that leads us to a beautiful beach south of the city.
Photo Credits: (my good friend) Ranie de Mesa
Subject/Model: Myself (Unprepared, without make-up not even wearing anything fancy or what not)
Poem: Excerpts from the poem “Nighwalking” from allpoetry.com
For the complete series:
Moonlight Models (Part 1 of 3): The Band of Brothers Edition
Moonlight Models (Part 2 of 3): The Little Red Hooded Girl Edition
Moonlight Models (Part 3 of 3): Balut Manila Edition