My first camera, a Nikon D5100 which I still use to date, was bought by dad on my 18th birthday. I said scrap the big debut, I just want a camera. I wanted to capture real memories in the hopes to immortalize them.
When papa passed away, I learned that he used the last of his savings to buy me the cam which he couldn’t afford at that time. He relied on instant noodles for a whole month of trying to save up. Just for her baby girl’s wish.
i just realized that while I wanted to immortalize moments with my camera, at that time, I wasn’t able to take much photos of my dad. I failed my original purpose.
So now I try to the best that I could to document the places and people and instances that truly matter to me. Here I am, doing photography once more.
I hope that whoever comes to read and see my stuff would feel something for it. Feel happiness, or sadness, or anger even. These stills of life are supposed to move us.
— and yea those are my portraits; proofs that I am a real person and not just a bot! Haha!
It helps to list down what we can thank for each day. Some days are grand – we thank heavens for job promotions, approved proposals, negative diagnosis.
But other days are minute: the smell of champorado for breakfast, a full eight-hour rest, a good seat on the bus.
This is for the latter, the little triumphs amidst the big and blinding. This is for the short pauses which allowed us to breathe. Despite the chaos of the world, in our hearts were calmness as we stared outside our windows. This is for the great mundane.
There’s a popular spot in Zamboanga called Fort Pilarwhich is the go-to place for many first timers in the city. The historic structure has survived years of colonization. Many also believed it to be a place of miracles for the old Zamboanguenos, the Moros and Christians alike.
This shoot is heavily inspired by the two contrasting things that this old strategic stronghold has witnessed. From the everyday life of the locals, all just light and bright, to the stories of many who lost their loved ones in the unfortunate war.
The styling is casual and modernized. The editing, too, is a mix of various color effects, well, just because.
And lastly, all clothes are from my favorite — yep, THRIFTED!
I’ll be labeling each photo with the total worth of the entire outfit.
Stepped out of the world of decks and corporate attires to find myself in between farmers, their crops, and the hopes for their youth.
Mahayag, Zamboanga del Sur – Checked attendance of the farmers’ coops. Here they are, happily raising their hands.
Tampilisan, Zamboanga del Norte – Running a development project means taking the farmers with you in the journey 100% of the time. Caught this farmer listening eagerly during the talks. He, along with his co members, will have to sit down in a dialogue with project specialists to see how much they know about the project, and to also share their feedback and questions with the working team.
In one of the demo farms of Zamboanga del Norte.
Rubber processing facility in Zamboanga Sibugay.
Good Year, Kabasalan. Fun fact: Good Year is named from (that’s right) Goodyear as in the tire corporation. This barangay used to be one of their champion areas.
Foreground: Since it was a Sunday, one of our ARBs decided to bring along her daughter to the meeting with the IFAD specialists. No one will be left at home to look after her, she says.
A worker in the rubber processing plant in Zamboanga Sibugay carries a load of what is called as the ‘white gold‘ of the province. Sibugay holds some of the biggest areas for rubber in the country but was recently hit by the fluctuation of price in the market. Through Project ConVERGE, the rubber farmers of the province hope to be money makers again.