My fellow contestants (especially the hardboiled ones who rambled the place like crazy) at the 7th Canon Photomarathon National Leg, held at the Walled City yesterday must have risen this morning, ‘the morning after’, the same way I did — worn out with headaches and muscle pains.
We, the unsuccessful competitors usually get to feel the physical and mental fatigue of the Agony of Defeat. To the victorious, burnout is sweet. Congratulations y’all! Believe me, I know how you feel.
Now here’s a quick fresh look at how I end up feeling like a turkey after yesterday’s event:
- UNINSPIRED. I forgot to summon the phantasm of Annie Leibovitz or Kazuha Matsumoto. You know, rock n roll photography! There’s a need to be rebellious. Instead, I found myself in the shoes of a wedding photographer sniffing the rear end of a bride.
- DAUNTED and intimidated by Manila’s streets. I found the mini-tunnel underneath Sta. Cruz bridge to be a perfect subject for the first theme. But I chickened out sensing a bunch of thugs all around. I should have remind myself: “Robert Capa never backed out of the Normandy Landing, lemon.”
- LOST. Where was I? This is a photo competition and this is about playing with colors and lights and we’re supposed to blow away the judges with colors and lights. Instead, I blew away the limited time cracking my brains out with the Machiavellian themes.
- WASTED. It’s wrong to have a night of heavy drinking before every grueling Photomarathon.
Lessons learned anew. See you guys in 2013!