Mono-logues

In May last year, I had a photowalk again with my son and nephew in my childhood playground, which was the "riles" [railroad]. Back in the day, during weekends or summer vacation, we would walk or race along the railroad to the cantarilla to wa...

[Author's note: for this article, I deviate from the usual one (1) photo per article, thus the mono-logue, concept.] As soon as the door of the van used to transport the books from Mandaluyong, Quezon City and Malabon, this boy whom I have known lat...

Sitting on a wheelchair donated by www.freewheelchair.org, and with the lovely overcast sky giving the right lighting needed, I was drawn to photography Nanang Maria of Brgy. San Pascual, Tuba, Benguet. She temporarily borrowed the wheelchair though...

When you are shooting in the streets, you think you are already a "street photographer." Am I right? I, too, was lured into this thinking. Why not? I shoot people in the streets (photographing them, I mean). I have joined a lot of photo...

I had several shots of this scene at the side of NCCA building at Calle General Luna in Intramuros. They were oblivious of the 20 or so photography hobbyists that pass by them.  Even if I clicked away, they did not mind me photographing them. I foun...

Quiapo is synonymous to faith, religiosity and fanaticism or as what my nephew blogger, Leonard G. Reyes, calls it: indomitable faith.  It is also identical to street hawkers selling cheap wares, food, and religious icons. It is disappointing, that...

Cables crisscrossing around the metro are definitely an eye sore.  This chaotic image smack right into the city planners' lack of sense of aesthetics and order.  This photo was taken in the historic and turn-of the century architecture-rich Jua...