Early April. I’m somewhere in South East Asia. The temperature is oppressively hot. I’m not used to this back in Canada.
The sun is setting as I sit on the beach. In the distance are two shadowy figures murmuring to one another.
I listen to the timid waves crashing on the shore. There’s a slight breeze.
I breathe in the thick and humid air as sweat drips down my temple.
The colours produced by the last rays of the Sun are perfectly fitting. I clumsily fiddle around with the camera and by a stroke of luck manage to capture the last light of the day.
Somewhere behind me I hear a distant voice talking in Tagalog and my name is called out. I have to go.
This photo was taken on Mindoro island in the Philippines back in 2002. It is the first digital photo that set me on the path of photography. It would unfortunately take another 5 years before I took another one that I “liked”.