In the wee hours of dawn, you can be surrounded by humanity yet be pleasantly alone.
In Tabaco City in Albay, we hauled ourselves to a small fishing port that extended into the sea. Standing on the edge of that port, we found a dramatic view of Mayon volcano's northern slope, looming over a fishing community that hugged the coast. In those unholy hours of morn, there was nary a soul in sight, not a sound in the night. It almost seemed like the entire universe, including the volcano, was fast asleep. There was just the occasional waft of cold sea air, the unmistakable smell of salt everywhere, and an eerie but golden silence. Cherish the moment. Enjoy.
(Pixel-Peepers: Here's a good reason to own a tripod: when it's still too dark for the eyes to see, the camera can already capture. Today's postcard was taken with a 2 second exposure, ISO 400, f/4)
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