This is an image of the moon reflected in the sand at Moro Bay. I'd joined my friend James Brandon on a photo trip on the California coast last November.…
Here's a wider shot of yesterday's Beachcomber showing the person in relation to the landscape. We've actually cruised on so it's not quite the same angle.
I still can't fathom what this beachcomber was looking for. He/She was patiently turning over rocks on the bank of the Li River near Guilin in China.
Mindoro is a contraction of the Spanish 'Mina de Oro' or goldmine, not that there's ever been a big discovery here but panners do find gold in small quantities.
Most people I know tend to think of beach living as something glamorous - a get away from it all, carefree type of life. And I guess it can be if you have a wad of cash and no responsibilities.
I've no idea how I wound up at the Encenada Beach Resort in 1990. I mean, I know how I got there. I took a flight to Manila, then a bus to Batangas City and a ferry to Balatero Port on Mindoro, then a Jeepney to the resort.