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[photo] Bohol Bee Farm :: taste gumamela salad or kalabasa muffins or tanglad

Started by Scott, January 13, 2008, 07:39:00 PM

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Scott

using the sony digicam photo capability (not as good as the slr)

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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

Bambi

Very nice photos!  Thanks

Scott, where are those shots were you took in Bohol Tropics? I mean, at the table? Did you also phtographed that small "tiki" which was crawling in my shoulder bag?

We've been here  year 2005 for a "despidida dinner" sponsored by my younger sister....the food really excellent and the price too! Bohol Bee Farm is really much worthy for a visit.  Reasonable room rates, anyway.  What a secluded place for honeymooners.  Scott, nagpareserba kana didto?
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Bambi

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Quote from: Bambi on January 13, 2008, 10:59:25 PM
Very nice photos!  Thanks

Scott, where are those shots were you took in Bohol Tropics? I mean, at the table? Did you also phtographed that small "tiki" which was crawling in my shoulder bag?

We've been here  year 2005 for a "despidida dinner" sponsored by my younger sister....the food really excellent and the price too! Bohol Bee Farm is really much worthy for a visit.  Reasonable room rates, anyway.  What a secluded place for honeymooners.  Scott, nagpareserba kana didto?

Thank you Ms Bambs

Ms Bambs, the cd (that contains the photos) is still in Bohol. I'll get it this weekend. Mouli man ko. Will post it the soonest...

Pareserba pa ko next century. hahahah
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

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