I can’t believe the news today, I can’t close my eyes and make it go away A young girl had to be pulled away from her father’s murdered body. Police van overruns protesters in US Embassy dispersal. Unclaimed cadavers rotting in Quezon City. Philippine-China dispute won’t be solved in our lifetime. In Remedios Street, hundreds … Continue reading REMEDIOS STREET


Caloy is the best haircutter in Malate. I can trust him with my head even with his eyes closed. He moves from one place to another. And — as always — I would find him. Another shop. Another rate. Trouble is he never runs out of stories to tell, and it slows him on the … Continue reading COMPOSURE


Dear Ka Teni, My Scott Kelby photowalk group started at 6 am today — and I’m here 300 miles away! You know what they say, something’s gotta give. Anyway, I know you know October began with a beautiful sun. I was so delighted with the light today I couldn’t resist taking a shot of this … Continue reading OCTOBER SUN


I brought the Camiguin Circumferential Highway to its knees. From Benoni Port to Catarman to Mambajao and back, clockwise. It takes twenty-four hours to circumnavigate the island by foot, give or take a few. Camiguingnons take this “round” every Semana Santa as a solemn sacrifice or as sacred pact called panaad. They say Camiguin is … Continue reading PHOTOWALK CAMIGUIN


One day I asked the Lord, is there a job that pays people to photowalk? The Lord replied with a Google Street View car streaking past behind me. That was two weeks ago in CamSur. The land of gata and labuyo. Where these two elements come together, that is heaven. Today I’m back in hell. … Continue reading COCONUTS


Ateneo Sta. Ines is unconvinced I do my own laundry. A domestic art not everyone can dig. Fact is it’s the only chore closely associated with photography: both banks on the glistening sun. The man must be a stranger to the housework as he is alien to the Arrocerros Forest Park — that pocket of … Continue reading QUIAPO INTERRUPTED


I spoke too soon about finally bailing out of Facebook. My abstinence lasted three weeks. Today I’m back on FB. It’s easier to quit smoking than rid myself of this social medium. How miserable we vainglorious souls are, all trapped in the devil’s grid for good. Just how do you keep your hands off the … Continue reading WHITE ISLAND