Photo: Lovers at Sunrise, Siargao May 2017


Lovers at Sunrise, Siargao, May 12, 2017.

One time, a friend of mine asked me, “How do you find these people (i.e. Lovers) to photograph?” I answered, “I don’t know, they just happen to be there most of the time…” Anyway, when I was there, we were given leave to go out to a popular resort place in #Siargao, and I was one of the first people out of the van. Walking up the boardwalk, I saw these two wrapped in an embrace, motionless like stone. But they were not stone…far from that. They breathed as one, like a living entity of two hearts, ensconced in each other’s mutual loving presence.

Later in the day, I would hear a reading of Pablo #Neruda’s “Sonnet 27”, and remember distinctly what this embrace would feel like, and how wonderful it was to have been loved, “…as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul… where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”

There is a beauty to its vulnerability that draws me closer. I don’t think I have to explain myself, but I feel it is necessary to say that although I love the emotions love brings, it is not the idea of it, that drives me to write in such a manner.  🙂

 

Photo: Mr. Fruit Man

 

CherryVoy (“my friends call me Sean”, Businessman specializing in Fruit. Dumaguete, Philippines, March 2, 2017.  

It was his bright auburn hair, I saw first… and then the oranges.

And then like I always do, I reached for mine phone and pretended to walk by while making a photo.I only got to walk a few steps when I realized that my “surreptitiously-done” photo was not what I wanted (or not what I had pictured in my head).

No matter, I thought, I could still remedy the situation. And besides, I could choose a few Mandarin oranges…:-)

“What’s your name? ” I asked him.

My mother, in the meantime, was haggling, but ended up buying more fruit than my oranges. She’s pretty good at it, I suppose, but he was adept at being “firm” about the prices. It was actually entertaining to see them banter about it a bit while she tried to have her way with the purchases.

“CherryVoy…but my friends call me Sean.” he said.

“Hey, would you mind if I took your picture?” I asked, “I think your store has such bright colors, I think it would make a really nice photo.” He gamely posed, and I took a few shots with my phone camera. When I showed them to him, and asked if it was alright if I could post it online. He looked through the ones I had taken, and smiled as if to say that he liked how he and the store looked. He easily consented.

As it turns out, it was a  Win-Win situation, I’d say. 🙂

(And man, those were some of the sweetest Mandarin oranges I’ve had. If you’re ever in the Cang’s Department Store area, drop by his store, it is just right beside the parking spaces. I think He can give discounts…if you ask nicely. :-))

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Self-portrait.

Self-Portrait. Binondo, Chinatown. June 2016.

I have always been drawn to lovers and people in love. Or couples, in different shapes, forms, sizes…facial expressions notwithstanding. I think it is an inherent character of mine to be fascinated by “the dance” of relationships.

One of my pastimes is to observe people (and observe life, in that same breath). To just be a silent spectator was a privilege. My fascination has been with people who are doing their own thing, in their own way. My friends have asked me if I have ever gotten in trouble for doing so, but I keep telling them, I haven’t. When I take pictures of people, I usually want to highlight what is good in them, and hopefully make them look great.

(Actually, I make it so in a way that if ever they would come across their picture online or wherever they photo will be placed, they won’t be able to complain, because in the first place, the photo highlights their great features.)


In this particular photo, I was with my friends going around Binondo, Chinatown. They went into a curio shop, and in it I saw an assortment of gems and plants and figurines. What caught my eye in particular was this shelf full of  happily married figurine old couples.

I find lovers fascinating, and this shelf of them was just really cute.

Me and a shelf full of “lovers”… instant self-portrait.

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Photo: “The Shy Guy”

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The Shy Guy. July 5, 2016

(originally posted on my Instagram page)

I had an Afghan Girl moment earlier during the commute.

Allan, 30, sat across me and went unnoticed until i looked in his direction just in time for the light to hit his eyes and make me realize that they were not the usual brown, but instead a shade of hazel and green with flecks of a color resembling sienna. I commented about the curious nature of his eyes, and he told me that his grandfather was a foreigner and was neighbors with his grandmother.

He asked me my name and shook my hand. He was a simple guy, and was very shy. He would answer in short syllables and would ask me to repeat constantly, flashing his gap-toothed smile, much like a child. I asked him what he did for a living and he looked down at his plastic bag full of plastic bottles, and shrugged.

The driver apparently knew who he was and called him by by his first name, asking where he wanted to get off this time. I offered to pay for his fare, as it was the least i could do. I only got to talk to him for a few minutes, but it was enough to make him feel comfortable enough with me to oblige.)