Last summer I attended classes at the Asian Institute of Management in their Baguio campus. It was a rainy summer up in the mountains. The rain brings out the fresh scent of pine trees and freshly cut grass. Mornings greet me with the a scenery of dew-laden flowers and the morning mist up the rolling mountain slopes. In the afternoon, the rains come. After the downpour you can see the fog descend upon the slopes, giving the city an enchanted -- even mystical -- look.

No digital SLR can capture the whole beauty of it. But I did what I can, despite the limits of an old prosumer Olympus. So from the artists' abode in Tam Awan Village, to the delicate flowers of John Hay, and the gourmet coffee -- the best one I have tasted so far -- in Soul Cafe... I preserved the images of my rainy summer on the mountaintops.