To me there is no picture so beautiful as smiling, bright-eyed, happy children; no music so sweet as their clear and ringing laughter.


– P. T. Barnum

In the outskirt parts of Tagbilaran City, Bohol lies the face of the provincial life, filled with rice fields and lawns blooming with tropical trees of life, of irrigation systems made into playgrounds by kids with endless imagination. And of green grasses live harmoniously together with spindle-like weeds grow, sticking into the thin children’s clothing.

Unplanned and spontaneous, a play at the ground was a great subject for photography especially with kids who are carefree.

Seth didn’t mind sitting on the grassy lawn, he was accommodated by dried coconut husks.
Irrigation canals were not just for the rice fields, they can be turned into playing grounds too!
Siblings at play, the waters on their feet was relaxing, they said.
Zaila at play, trying not to fall out from the top of the concrete irrigation canal wall.
The guardians stopped for awhile to take a group photo with the kiddos, Sam2, Zaila and Seth with Tita Gecell and Mommy Mae.
Who said dried coconut tree leaves are boring?

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