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[photos] Bais City, Oriental Negros

Started by Scott, January 16, 2008, 06:43:34 PM

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Scott

photoblog

Central Azucarera de Bais (Bais City)

photography: RV Escatron














I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

ms da binsi


Scott

hmmm. seems to me you are planning to have "renewal of vows"  :)
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

ms da binsi

bwahahah! nanguykoy ko sa imong mga pix kay kabalo na ka! nangawat sa imong mga ideas! hahahhaha

kinahanglan pa ko mo lukat nimo ug permit?

hazel


Vin, unsaon pagbutang ug copyright sa pics sa multiply?

Scott

Quote from: ms da binsi on April 29, 2008, 08:26:37 PM
bwahahah! nanguykoy ko sa imong mga pix kay kabalo na ka! nangawat sa imong mga ideas! hahahhaha

kinahanglan pa ko mo lukat nimo ug permit?

cedula lang ug purok permit. hahahha
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

Scott

Quote from: Ginger on April 29, 2008, 08:29:18 PM
Vin, unsaon pagbutang ug copyright sa pics sa multiply?

you really have to make the watermark on each photo through an editing software ginj
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

hazel

Quote from: Scott on April 29, 2008, 08:33:02 PM
you really have to make the watermark on each photo through an editing software ginj

ngee! owkie...hehehe thanks!

Scott

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda