People have asked me if I have ever been to Hawaii. I tell them no. Why go to there when I can get that piece of paradise in the motherland?
These photos were taken a year and half ago in Bohol, Philippines, one of the smaller islands in the middle of the archipelago. Some of these I’ve posted before.
These two were taken from Baclayon Church, a 200-300 year old structure with an exterior facade made of corals, built by the Spanish missionaries. The chandeliers were small, simple and aged, but from underneath, they looked spanking new.
This other one was taken from Loboc Church, another 200-300 year old church built by the Spaniards and villages and carved out of coral beds. It stood next to the river where I had watched fireflies gather in clusters like Christmas lights very late at night.
As of last night, these churches are gone. Here’s what’s left of them.
This is the Baclayon Church…
…and this is the Loboc Church.
These two other photos were also taken from Bohol.
These are known as the Chocolate Hills. Every summer, the sun and the heat dries off the green, baking the hills into a deep, dark chocolate brown, hence the name. This location was right next to, if not right on the epicenter of the quake. The viewing hill from where I took this picture was also heavily damaged along with the rest of the hills.
The earthquake was a 7.2 magnitude, nearly as strong as the first and last earthquake I ever felt in the Philippines. Nearly a hundred are dead and counting, which is the worst news of all.
So yeah, it’s a pretty depressing day.
If you would like to donate to the Philippine Red Cross, please do so here.
It’s the least I can do.