I am linking here the video I made for my DEVC 207 project at the University of the Philippines Open University. It's a feature of the bird species that can be found in the UP Visayas Miagao campus.
A blog site dedicated to nothing, it can be about anything. Maintained by Emmanuel Lerona - a lit teacher, a struggling writer, a passionate photography hobbyist, a decisive-moment chaser, and lover of Filipino dishes. He is a faculty member of the Humanities Division of UP Visayas. He also tries to put his hands on other things, like painting, drawing, acting, cooking (of course!) and other stuff. He takes pictures of delicious food, cracked walls, friends, and "interesting strangers."
Friday, February 22, 2013
Friday, February 01, 2013
Of photographers and strangers
My jeep died on me this afternoon, just a few
meters after the turn to the Leon-Cordova-Tigbauan Road. Radiator leak.
Engine overheat. I refilled the radiator and waited an hour for the
engine to cool down before starting for Leon again. The
one-hour delay proved to be fateful. Cruising carefully, slowly, in the
middle of Cordova (afraid the engine will die on me again), I passed by
an old popsicle vendor on his bike. His white beard looked familiar.
Looking at the rear-view mirror, I realized it was him.
Knowing I have a printed copy of his photo inside my bag, I stepped on the brakes and the jeep came to a halt. Boy, was the popsicle man surprised when I handed him his photo.
He wanted to give me a popsicle; I obliged and handed him 10 pesos. The popsicle was frozen buko pandan salad. Its coldness seemed to douse the heat off my engine.
I ran the jeep again, realizing that the strangers we take photos of do not remain as strangers. Even without names, they become the photographer's friends.
(Link of his photo from January 27, 2012 here)
Knowing I have a printed copy of his photo inside my bag, I stepped on the brakes and the jeep came to a halt. Boy, was the popsicle man surprised when I handed him his photo.
He wanted to give me a popsicle; I obliged and handed him 10 pesos. The popsicle was frozen buko pandan salad. Its coldness seemed to douse the heat off my engine.
I ran the jeep again, realizing that the strangers we take photos of do not remain as strangers. Even without names, they become the photographer's friends.
(Link of his photo from January 27, 2012 here)
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