Treading the road to paradise was a choice. The means of transportation was a knock on the wood type, one should have an empty otherwise a hard punch to resist the urge to void on the howling of the rusty machine on a bumpy ride. The sweat that spurts out of our pores were raindrop-like where the damsel in the group of three persons stood hours of travel outside the city with make-up on alarmed by it melting down to her neck as she reach the destination over the blazing sun. It was a relief it did not knowing she was just a wild pick for this shoot & had to put out her wits in matching up garments with the dumbfounding misery of the place. The water was wide with a deep blue shade luckily matching up with the blue green tone of the long summer dress with faded streaks that get into the tremendous & mournful waves that hit the shore. The guy of the shoot inexplicably looked rugged on a checkered blue polo complimented with a blue denim that expressed the coolness of the breeze. The sun was playing its rays like velvet on our skin which the photographer appreciated very much. The rocks were arranged like that of an artist making parallel chemistry on our skin that shuns splashing over the cliff encased by the roots of nature. After the sun has set, on meal time, we had full punches having instant food on candle light due to low electricity supply & at the morning, we felt our spine wailing of pain lying over rows of whacked bamboo trees and at that flick of fate, we realized how three people met on one surreal place only armed with the will to transcend & just finally be out of our own nutshell. Though going home was a bit action packed, we felt like spilling our guts when the machine gave up on us three but nevertheless, the moments of the shoot on that hidden paradise was beyond the photographer's lens could capture and back to the city, we retired in contentment.
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