Saturday, July 21, 2012

Slippery When Wet (A Photo Essay)

Our professor in Photojournalism class, THE Elvert Banares asked us to go out and have a photowalk. It is a great opportunity to challenge our photography skills again, as we fail to impress him with our Photojournalism portraits. 

The theme that was assigned to me was Textures of Life. Then, it really challenged me. I chose Makati as my destination with Shalem and Adrian. While we were on the taxi, the rain suddenly poured. But I guess that is a great opportunity.

And now I present to you, Slippery When Wet. =)

DEWS. Life is blessed. Life is fun. Life has so much to offer.

When we arrived at Makati, the rain suddenly fell so hard. Then I asked Adrian and Shalem to go with me and Eat at Chic-Boy. After two hours, we went to Ayala Triangle and started my photowalk there.

ROUGH IN THE RAIN. A relationship has to end tonight. Or shall it? This partner asks their selves if theirs has to meet the period.

SMOOTH SAILING. Amid the rain, Kevin and us enjoy the good music and food at Distrito Makati.

We went home at 11PM and then we decided to continue our photo walk the next day.

WET AND FUN. These children enjoys the flood caused by the rain, without thinking of the risks of having diseases.

WHO CARES IF ITS WET? The workers exert more effort to finish renovating a part of the structure. They don't care about the rain.

WAITING, ALL MY LIFE. A La Sallian patiently waits for a jeepney.Even if it takes her forever.

SWIMMING IS MORE FUN AT CCP. This kid enjoys swimming in the fountain side of the facade of CCP Complex.

ZZZ. Who says we need home to sleep? They don't.
From Makati to San Andres to CCP, I had so much fun with this activity.

Life is all about feeling the textures.
And for the day, it is slippery. And wet.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Isla Pulo: A False Paradise (Photo Essay)


It was two years ago.

The makeshift bridges we used to cross a two-kilometer path.
A two-kilometer path that was a transit from a busy life to a life of lesser worries.
Lesser worries mean only to survive. Each Day. In a life.
A transit that changed my life.

Then it was two years ago. Now, they were all gone.

Now that only memories have remained, there were no makeshift bridges, or a transit to another life, the choices has narrowed down. In fact, there were no choices at all.