We have photographers starved of photo competition.
On October 21st, an unusually large horde of Canonistas showed up at the 2017 Canon Photomarathon. In spite of the five-hundred-peso registration fee (where there used to be none).
Five hundred PHP is dizzying, my dear.
This year’s turnout — considering we Pinoys would always opt for anything gratis — is insane.
Or is it because we haven’t had a photomarathon in three years?
Canon Philippines used to run this thing free of charge. With free lunch and freebies and prizes. Tons of haul. Windfall, really. This time, we’re dry as bone.
Is the brand losing the camera wars? Or are we seeing how cameraphones crush the DSLR industry?
At least we had a light moment with CanonPH President Kazuhiro Ozawa when he — unwittingly — enlivened the crowd when his Japanese tongue produced what sounded like “human” for “humor.”
“For our next theme, find ‘human’..”
[Crowd murmurs. Human, human, human..]
Yet on the widescreen, the theme flashed:
[Murmurs turn to laughter]
Brings to mind my professor in Beijing who pronounces “garment” for “government.”
And a Liberian colleague who says beer as “bee-ah.”
My photography friend, Richmond, who hails from the ritzy side of Binondo, is one Chinoy who never gave me a hard time reading his lips. But I find it difficult to understand why he keeps asking the same question everytime time we meet at a photomarathon: “What’s your camera today?”
As if I have the legal tender to change gear on a whim.
I used to shrink back each time people acts like GIF and ask what I use while their red-hot gear dangles on my face.
Not anymore. My cam’s too glam to give a damn.
What I have is a decorated badass. Its most recent success — a very long time ago though in photography clock — was at the Fujifilm Global Photowalk Photo Essay Contest of July 2016. On a troika with Adrian Madrazo and Ka Teni. The latter, I crossed-path at this year’s photomarathon. Hungry for a kill as well I suppose. (What would keep us from a photography competition? A thousand peso entrance fee perhaps? Until then, we’ll stick to shutter priority over austerity.)
There was a throng of new generation Canonistas too. And then there’s the usual suspects. I met Richmond and, once again, buzzed: WHATCHU GOT?
Ok. My prized possession — aside from my imagination — is a modest four-year old entry level Canon 1000D. In dog years, I’d say this must be over the hill. Battle-scarred.
The badass not only earned me coups. It has, at times, via contest purses, as well as its few trips to the PTS, relieved me of financial woes.
PTS is a gadget pawnshop.
You see, money costs too much.