The house started with sculptor Benjie Reyes' dream and continued on to become a reality. It stands on a forested hillside in the enigmatic mountains of Rizal. There is a luring silence but not the ghostly kind. There is an endless breeze kissing the high-ceilinged living room. Every piece of furniture has a story to tell. It is a fiery dance, a poetry in motion, a mother's lullaby. Or a repository of memory of two little girls playing in their younger years.
Thank you to the Reyeses for sharing with us a piece of paradise for Jes' assignment, one warm afternoon, here in the mystic mountains of Rizal.
All photos by the author except the first, by Jes Aznar
