Hello 
Lady in photo must be saying:
“Dear Lord. Thanks for this beautiful skies! That bluest of blue skies with a tinge of pastel orange. Thanks for those scattered medio sabog na semi cirrocumulus clouds. Thanks thanks for this beautiful day. Because it’s another great day for my greatest .. S E L F I E.” Hehe.
Oooooh the greatness of it all! Thanks Lord for that beautiful skies!
And thanks, Aurora.
Love,
Mountains.
Mists.
Skies.
Seas.
Golden mornings.
What’s not to love? :D
Love,
Dear
Here we go again with those terms: otherworldy & Lord of the Rings-ish. What about drama? Dramatic, ain’t it?
Love,
Hello!
Now here’s where it gets unfair. Other places are blessed with beautiful beaches. Others with otherworldly mountain ranges. Aurora has both! The turquoise-est waters and those mountains that look so mysterious. Ok, and look at those skies! So. Unfair.
Love,
Hello
Repeat after me: skies, waters, sands. Skies, waters, sands. Skies, waters, sands. That’s all there is here in Dinadiawan. Oh, got me some big waves too! Hashtag BigWave. Hashtag AvocadoAlbum. :P
Love,
Hey!
Apparently, the date/time on my camera’s fooling me. It says this was actually taken around 7 pm-ish. But this looks like the blue hour (light blue hour perhaps? :P) to me. Lovin’ that peeking last of golds. Whatever. :D
Love,
Hello
At the far end of the beach they’re burning gold. This is how 6 PM-ish looks like in Baler. Golden.
Love,
Haler 
This is the view from my lodging. Went out just in time to capure this surferdude’s yabang stance. Hehe.
The beach is his.
Hey!
Suddenly, you’re all I think about. Umm, yes you're kinda sorta pretty much always on my mind. No fair.
See you soon ok?
Love,
After days of grays and whites, the skies finally opened up and showed some colors. To some, when the sun begins to set, they start to call it a day. To some, evening's about to begin.
Now when the skies finally start to show some colors, to some, this is when the magic happens.
Love,
Dear:
I miss the seas, the turquoise seas.
Somehow like Baler.
Hello
I miss the road and the sights. I’m dreaming of rock formations and big crashing waves. I’m dreaming of gloomy skies and chilly weather. Somehow like Baler.
