Rascal Love

I read somewhere that when you meet your greatest love, you also meet your greatest fear. While I can’t exactly agree with it–all because I can’t say what or who my greatest love is–there’s my family, friends, special others, pets, passions–there is one fella that makes me worried to distraction:

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This guy moved in with me without so much as a “May I?” The feral that this rascal is, he comes and goes as he pleases, and once vanished. I literally trespassed in search, but no luck. Came home three darn days later–thin and full of dust. Argh. Can’t say this sweet rascal is the one I love most, but he does give me the most headache–people can complain or call 911 to ask for help, but what’s a cat to do except suffer in silence or suffer in meows?

Here I Stand

We stand, they say, on the shoulders of our ancestors. Some religions go as far as advocating Ancestor Worship, but in the Philippine culture that I grew up in, it seems visiting our ancestors’ graves every All Saint’s suffices. Last 01 Nov, my brother and I realized that our ancestral gravesite is most likely the last old timer hold out—almost all have been renovated or newly built/re-built. Perhaps in time we will be “forced” to do so as well and put some enclosure on the open space that our grandfathers have chosen as their final resting place. Two days later, I was back, to visit my father and document the place. Not for the last time, I hope.

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Tunneling Kaybiang

Somewhere in Cavite.

On a good lucky day, one gets to pass a mountain range at just the right time, when sunlight hits a spot that makes it look like a bowl of light.

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Shot taken from the car, between wiper blade passes! It gave me two shots, then it was gone.

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Nearby was a military post, and it seems our tough warriors may be pampered by the beauty of the place

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but not by much else

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Sunrise at Ugu Bigyan’s

A couple of months ago a friend and I decided to go for a long drive somewhere south, just for the heck of it. He, because he simply loves to drive, and I, because drives mean pictures!  Ugu Bigyan’s was not a destination, but a quick stop-over.  So quick that no one was awake when we got there (too early, apparently) and only two caretakers were up by the time we left.  Didn’t have a chance to sample Ugu’s cooking, not even coffee!

We were allowed to loiter around and shoot some, though.

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A Stranded Baby and a Jug of Vinegar

My favorite car that got christened Baby G (as in gangsta) overheated somewhere along Greenmeadows. With two appointments to keep and 15 minutes away from the first one, there wasn’t much choice but to leave the baby there. Hitched a ride with the first guy who came along, got a car from home, and finished all the stuff in the to-do list. Now, time to pick up the poor thing. Hauling two gallons of water in old vinegar jugs, I hailed a cab, and while I was getting into it, my camera tumbled out of the gear bag and rolled on the pavement. Goodness. When I got to my stranded car, the first thing I did was to shoot and make sure my camera is still alive.

Okay, it is! (Come to think of it, battle scarred gear has a certain appeal. LOL)

So far, so good. Put water in a dehydrated radiator. My bad. But hey, can’t possibly end a day like that! Might as well shoot some. Night photography without a tripod doesn’t sound right, but the sheer stupidity of it put me in a good mood. hah! Couldn’t expose too long with a handheld cam tho.

Not too many cars at 1am, too. One last. Just to satisfy a bug.