Iriga city is fairly an uncomplicated little town — you come in from one end and, before you know it, you’re already leaving on the other. Every destination is a walking distance; you get to chance upon the same faces anywhere you go. Most likely you’ll bump into the town mayor at 7-Eleven.
The streets blare at daybreak and — in a short while — quiets back down when everyone’s gone about their businesses.
By businesses, I include those “chores” that keep the locals absorbed in their thoughts.
I make it a point to bring the camera with me all the time — even when taking out the garbage. There is no telling what phenomenons await the streets of Iriga.
But when the habagat kept me in for nearly an entire week, I somehow managed to find some window of opportunity for Streets.
Or get butt-naked under the sun.
Each morning I take the Cereal Killer to the Lads and Lassies Learning Center; with the camera at the ready (as umbrella is to rain). You can’t let grade-school moments just pass you by.
Unfortunately, the little man hates getting his pictures taken! So I turn to some kids hanging around instead.
Suddenly it’s nightfall all over again. Time flies when you’re having fun with your cam — on and off the beaten track.
Iriga City is home-away-from-second-home. What the future holds here, it’s going to be a shot in the dark.