It was one of those nights. My right forefinger was twitching. My feet were just willing to explore. And my camera was hot and ready to fire. It did not matter what time it was. I just wanted to shoot. There was no certainty what the weather was going to be, what kind of light was available, what subject would be worth capturing at 10 at night.
The sky was almost starless. The moon was lightly covered by a thin spread of clouds giving the Malapascua sand soft illumination. The breeze was strong enough to make the palm trees dance and the moored boats sway. It was a night for romance or reflective solitude. It was a night worth a picture.