Hours before the parade, the crowds have already amassed themselves on both sides of the road. It was the much awaited annual Carabao Festival of Pulilan. No scorching summer heat can keep them from witnessing the event.
Sadly though, when the first column of carabaos started rolling in, a heavy bunch of photographers crossed the barricade line and mobbed the parade like madmen. Depriving people of a good view of the spectacle. Mindless of the calls to get their arses off. How did it ever came down to this.
As a gesture of silent protest to this kind of behavior — as well as to the organizer’s incompetence in crowd control — I have denied myself of the attraction and trained my lens instead on the poor Bulakeño audiences.
There ought to be ethics in a photographer’s lifetime.