Capones Lighthouse, Capones Island – Zambales

CAPONES Lighthouse…

The minutes ticking from the time I hopped on this medium boat and when the boatman pulled something for the engine to start, the islets and islands we passed by getting my attention for the mean time,the soft sound of waves felt endless. I can’t wait to see Capones light house.

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So near and yet so far..

I pictured myself here.

Picture perfect!

Exactly where I’m standing and calculating the exact size of that lighthouse that seems to be looking at my direction, standing mighty proud, sweetened by age, hundred of years have passed, beyond the images of wear and tear….

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Mighty and proud…

I felt the wind brushing off my hair, my skin. The same wind that touches its whole being. And now I’m here. Right where I wanted to be.

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The stairs I see from different blogs about Capones lighthouse…

Capones lighthouse. How are you? I’m losing my breath I can’t wait to be near you. Pointblank.

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Stones on the shore..
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Came in all sizes..
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Shoreline of this island is the most unusual..
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No tourist guide to answer what is this for or what the history says about this tunnel..I need to do research on this…=)
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Stairways to heaven…

And now I’m here. Capones lighthouse is I guess one of those that is mostly heard of at least by me. And I just want to pinch myself a little that I am already a few inches away fr this old tower.

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Some trees..
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I’m almost there..
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Another capturing my attention..

My 5th lighthouse.

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A few meters away…

I am full now.

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This is it! Whew!

So much with contentment for the time being.

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Me and Capones..

With happiness for as long as I can recall Capones.

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It is so beautiful!
I like this shot..
Look out!
Zambales – 2014

though I know I am eyeing another one after this.I’ll just savor the moment. Allow me to taste the feel of it. It’s like finding something that you’ve been looking for the whole time. It felt good. Period.

The old feel is there.

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Old bricks…
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Too steep..
Borrowed from Jen..
Loved the feeling to be on top!
We don’t wanna go down but the others might wait for us again..
One of my favorite shots…Thank you Jen!
Thank you Jen!

I guess my photos speaks that I literally can’t gt enough of it. Just like I did on d others.thanks to Jen. No need to buy films just to suffice my hunger to pictures. Cameras nowadays can give you thousands as long as u want run out battery and memory. Sadly, we ran out of it, there was no electricity on all the islands of Zambales.

Capones lighthouse…

So long. I have met Capones lighthouse finally. Til my next encounter.

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-An only daughter. A mother of a 22 year old son. Passionate with so many things. A lover of life itself. First of which is to write. Then, sing (I specifically love the stage), read, cook, travel & take beautiful pictures (photography) and scrap booking, all of which are my own way of coping with life's challenges. Lately, I have been enjoying quilting and crafting with beaded fabrics. Friends usually associate me with the color violet. I love this color so much! However, I love pink, red, teal, orange, yellow as well! Coffee is my water and my happy food is cheesecake topped w/ blueberries, frozen yogurt, sansrival and cream puff. I mastered fettuccine carbonara because that is one of my favorite food along w/ broccoli with prawns and mushrooms. Of all the International cuisines, Japanese food is on top of my list. Secretly, I love "Stitch" - that grinning indigo pup. =) Seriously, I dream to become a philanthropist (starting off by providing shelter to street children in our country) and a famous author someday. I'm just waiting for God's time for my first book to be published.- It took me years to decide to blog, more so to write and have it out in the open. I started writing even as a child, I just keep them on file. It was my outlet. Approaching the year(s) they say where life begins, or If I may say, the sweeter life. It was a year full of emotions. As I lost both my parents already, the unfathomable sadness prompted me to pour them out in my writings and share them to the world, hoping it might lighten the heaviness of my heart. I live now with my son as a mother and as a daughter (as a friend and a sister), this has made me be ready to finally do what I am meant to do. Even If there's a lot that I wanted to do. This came first, like a first love that occupied a special place in my heart. It's a looong process, tiring, frustrating, exciting. The best part? is the happiness it brings. Even if things around seems all so wrong. It's like having my own place under the sun. My own safe and happy rainbowed world. At times, there's guilt as well, for I strongly believe, writing (like singing) is a talent God has gifted us. We ought to use it and maximize it, in our littlest way, share it to mankind, for His glory. I just had a few distractions over the years and to realize that it is never too late to be who we ought to be, I have this very strong feeling, now is the time. All my life, I have decided on things that made me happy, this is one of those. I may never be a winner of those best blogs that have been awarded to talented writers/ bloggers and I don't mind, there are strikes of being envious, but according to my father, there are two kinds of being envy. There's envy that is negative, it'll hamper you from doing good and there's an envy that makes you happy for others' success, or seeing yourself in their shoes, I think, the kind of envy in me, is the latter. Like celebrities who missed an Oscar, while the film was watched by the whole world, she/he did not mind, it's like knowing what counts best, and it's the capacity to share your talents to anyone who wants to receive it, without asking anything in return. Expressing what's in my heart and mind on every occasion (which happens to be daily) and being happy about it is like a prize already. Happy reading!(--,)

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