Sunset is fire ablaze, sunrise is a subtle glow of light slowly pushing darkness away; both events cast glorious visual feast for the eyes, both leave anyone in awe.
I’m a fan of both, but I mostly catch more sunsets than sunrises, being not an early riser. Having seen more sunsets than sunrises, I thought they’re just the same anyway, and sunsets make better blue-hour images. A recent trip to Sagada changed this. It even changed my thought altogether that anything can be captured by my camera.
Delicate colors illuminating the dark sky, sea of soft fluffy clouds, sun slowly waking up… it was indeed the most breathtaking sunrise I have ever seen in all of my travels.
Waking up at 3AM after more than 12 grueling hours of travel from Subic to Sagada, was all worth it. It was another jaw-dropping moment for me since my first time to see the crater of Mt. Pinatubo. A wonderful, wonderful sight greeted us as our modified jeep traverse the steep, rough road to Kiltepan Peak. I couldn’t wait to go out of the vehicle and stare at the sea of clouds slowly moving until it all disappear and reveal the green rice terraces below.
Quickly I set up my tripod to capture the scene before my eyes, but it was still too dark and I can barely see nothing to properly attach my camera unto the tripod. Heck, I just shoot handheld, although having trouble adjusting to my fixed lens. I wished to give justice to what beauty I am seeing through my camera, but all my shots were found wanting.
A few clicks and I decided to stop and just take it all in. I thought to my self, I shouldn’t miss this glorious event just because I’m busy looking at it behind the lens. And I thought no one could possibly capture this beauty exactly as it is, so I might as well stare at it as long as it lasts and store all the minute details in my memory — the glow of the rising sun, the cotton-soft clouds, the cool fresh air, the sound of clicking cameras capturing the sunrise, the silence of all the people obviously in awe at the scene before them, the smell of pine trees, the thoughts in my head of how blessed I am to have turn my daydreams into reality.
I thought, too, that sometimes my good light and this sweet life are best remembered not by looking at photographs, but by looking back at the real-time feel of the good, warm light and ecstatic sensation of this sweet, awesome life.