“A girl came in the café and sat by herself at a table near the window. She was pretty with a face fresh as a newly minted coin if they minted coins in smooth flesh with rain-freshened skin, and her hair was black as a crow’s wing and cut sharply and diagonally across her cheek.
I looked at her and she disturbed me and made me very excited. I wished I could put her in the story, or anywhere, but she had placed herself so she could watch the street and the entry and I knew she was waiting for someone. So I went on writing.”
-Ernest Hemingway, “A Moveable Feast”
…going through the next batch of pictures from corregidor that i would be editing and uploading on fb this coming weekend, i came across one that has red and purple orbs. cool. i’m not sure what to think of it but they’re pretty and not as boring as white orbs. it would be the only photo i took which contained orbs + the very round one on the upper middle-left corner isn’t a lamp post light :D if your eyes are sharp enough, they are also present at the bottom but rather faint.
the first one is the image of corregidor inn’s entrance at 8 in the evening. bigger image here.
it could be dust with a taste or moisture, who knows.
i mean, the second one is the image that i took of the Filipino Heroes Memorial just as soon as the sun rose and yo, a red orby thing. spoiler, hmf. worst claim i can think of is UFO. that is, if i am as dumb and nails and discount the fact that i took the picture against the light.