This is in pursuit of NYR2013’s photo competition titled Capturing Rice. They’re pitching rice awareness/conservation campaign across the nation (in this lavish era of rice-all-you-can) via arts and photography and packed with handsome prizes.
I’m a bounty hunter preying on big ones like this.
This is the period when harvest time meets planting season. Where summer ends and the wet season begins. This day the heavens must’ve facilitated me with such an amazing light.
I’m a perfect stranger to these Rinconada-speaking people as I am a foreign body to paddy fields. Let photography tear down walls.
As an alien, I have always kept in mind to be courteous but bold. Cordial but not stripped.
Bicolanos are — in my experience — amiable folks. Hands down. The pack I chanced upon here were more than cooperative. They even pushed me to go deep into the hamlet so I’d experience this picturesque scenery I have never gotten close to ever — RICE THRESHING.
This acreage lies in the idyllic town of San Jose, just outside Iriga city proper. 15 miles away from here, I trooped down to shoot another farming spectacle in Monte Calvario, Buhi town.
After that day in the mud, under the scorching sun, I received this one good triumph worth looking back in 2013!
Yo, excuse me while I brag