I was thinking how excellent it would be to have a Mexican hat on during photowalks in these scorching summer days. There is just no better buffer against the sun. Though none is available at the nearest cowboy shop right now. Globalization has yet to deliver one of those oversize sombreros here in the Philippines.
The Holy Week saw me taking on the hot weather in Iriga City. Together with my Cereal Killer who is always ready on his feet each time I break into Let’s take a walk! — I set out for some street shots around the place.
As always, the best time to play with the sunlight is at the first blush of the morning or later in the afternoon. Either case, light changes instantaneously one needs to think of subjects pronto or try again the next day.
A tricycle in full throttle and the closing of day for a store attendant. Business in Iriga City usually ends with the sundown.
Iriga City photowalk Day 2, featuring an unreceptive look from a needle worker. Don’t be misled. Irigueños are friendly as a granny. The old lady actually sees her world in vivid colors. Below, another missus has been framed.
On Good Friday, we were treated with the same old, same old Passion Play. As a young boy growing up in Malolos, I remember, this is the time for a family get-together. All eyes stuck on the boob-tube for the whole duration of the well-worn Ten Commandments starring Charleton Heston. The only intermission is when a Passion Play passes by.
I don’t usually look at street performers or street acts as subjects for street photography (for the simple reason that they are easy subjects and are most commonly photographed). Only, if I could squeeze something from them other than what is being presented.
In the scene below, I tried to juxtapose the Cross with the railroad cross on the pavement. (I believe this would be a winner if only I captured the cross from a more clear-cut angle.) The intent is to exhibit a twist of sort other than the play itself. Which makes the street presentation out of the subject. That is the challenge of street photography.
And in the evening, I set a Praetorian’s hair on fire.
TRAINSPOTTING. I came across an article recently which I believe would go well with my image below. It’s an Inquirer piece titled THE SAD SAGA OF THE PNR. About the woeful fate of the railway system in the Philippines.
The trains here in Iriga City has long been out of whack. Billions of taxpayer’s money can’t provide a decent railway system. What was the once iconic and pride of Bicolandia — the Bicol Express — has now been reduced to a hot and spicy Bicolano dish. Today, the tracks serve as a perfect ground for ukay-ukay market.
Just outside the city proper is an idyllic setting where I drove for some air and quietude. Serenity is a medication, see. I would rather be in the fields listening to Chuck Mangione’s instrumental part on the classic Love Is Stronger Far Than We. If summer is a song, that would be it.
Still on the Mexican hat, I can only imagine their faces if I have one on.