Showing posts with label photo essays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photo essays. Show all posts

Thursday, November 08, 2012

threesomes is the theme...

...because 3 is an odd number. a collection of old photos from my photo archive, in which threesomes seem to be a recurring theme.

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shy guy, ayala center cebu, november 2009

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wanted: playmate, burnham park, baguio, april 2012

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wer na u? here na me, cebu business park, october 2009

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looking away, at the foot of the marcelo fernan bridge, mactan, cebu, september 2008

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it sucks to be the 3rd wheel...



especially when you have legs of stone, and you have no choice but to stay...



taken at the family park, tacloban city, leyte, february 2010

Tuesday, November 06, 2012

somewhere behind the gravestone

i found it a bit funny at first, seeing folks knock on their deceased loved one's gravestone once they arrive or just before they leave...



as if one were knocking on the door of somebody's house, or somebody's room...



but looking at it closer, you realize that knocking is a physical act



like the deceased loved one was just behind the gravestone, listening to you



as if by your simple act of knocking the dead would be made alive again, reclaiming the beloved dead from death itself, denying death its power.



at the mandaue city public cemetery, november 2012

Thursday, July 21, 2011

for sale: kubal remover

what made me curious at first was the small crowd that gathered around...



but what really intrigued me was that he had a knife scraping her foot...



it turns out, he was selling kubal (callus) remover. the kubal remover salesman even said that you can use a tiny bit of it to soften the skin on your face... should be useful for some politicians right now, no?



downtown cebu city, april 2010

Thursday, July 07, 2011

on faith

organized religion can make one so cynical nowadays...



all these people bent on imposing their version of morality on the rest of us



and with these modern day pharisees trumpeting all their rules, rituals, and restrictions, it would seem like salvation is something beyond the reach of us mere mortals, something to be looked at from the outside, and not to be reached...



then i remember that religion is also powerful tool of subjugation and oppression, with the threat of eternal damnation if we dare disobey...



and when you see that it's so obviously about the money, one's cynicism can only get worse



religion is going to the dogs, one might conclude...



yet with all the reasons to be cynical, most of us go with it anyway. in the face of an existence that can seem so meaningless, or perhaps the fear of death, or the troubles of today and tomorrow...



in the hope that there really is someone out there, watching our backs...



thus inspite of the confusing cacophony of priests, preachers, and prophets all brandishing their renditions of truth, some of us still try to find our way, listening intently for that still small voice...



and hold on to what little bit of faith we have, however shrouded in uncertainty



i guess that's why it's called faith in the first place, "the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen."

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

fun

because all work and no play makes juan a dumb boy...

as simple as a few lines drawn on the ground, and the whole gang can have a grand time just jumping over them



as kids, we already have this fascination with movement. have big brother pull us on a makeshift sled, and we're all good...



but eventually our tastes catch up with the technology. and the fascination changes from movement, to the idea of control... that we're "driving" that car... that we're "in" that car...



soon enough, we're no longer satisfied with cars. we need to be driving spaceships and blasting away at invading aliens... in 3D...



but if we don't have those hi tech options, or on occasions when the weather doesn't want us to play, we find ways to improvise





even the company of a baby brother is enough...



and it's not just the kids... adults too can find the need to have fun, sometimes at the kids' expense



but we can't all have fun all the time. when our turn is up, we'll have to get off the seat and let somebody else drive the bike

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

the making of a pot

it all begins with a lump of clay. to our unimagining eyes, it's a lifeless lump of clay. but the potter sees it differently: he sees the POSSIBILITY of clay.



the potter takes a small lump of it, rolls it...



and he places the lump on a wheel and he lets the wheel turn. he may or may not know what form that lump will take, but he lets the wheel turn.



the wheel spinning, the potter takes his hands to the clay, and the clay gives way.



so softness isn't always bad. softness can mean flexibility, the willingness to take new form...



the acceptance that we can be better than what we are now.



thus formed, the pot can now enter the oven that will give it the strength to be a pot...



... a pot that can say to the rest of us, 'yes, because i was once a lump of clay.'

photos taken in vigan, ilocos sur, may 2008

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

toy stories



"it's rude to stare at people like that, spongebob"



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sometimes, people are like wind up toys: they waste precious time waiting for somebody else to pick them up and wind up their springs...

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"you don't really need to bang that drum to stand out... you just have to be a mouse..."

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taken around downtown cebu city, march 2010

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

a juan tamad story in pictures

an accidentally funny sequence of pictures taken on a morning walk around tacloban, february 2010.





Thursday, August 05, 2010

where sugar ain't so sweet

sacadas are the migrant farm workers hired seasonally by plantation landlords or hacienderos to work on the vast sugar plantations of negros island. for inhuman wages, they work under such grueling conditions that many consider them modern day slaves, vestiges of the old spanish colonial system of subjugation.



they are also called tapaseros, since that is what they do in the local language, 'tig tapas ug tubo'.



many landlords and sugar planters customarily use the pakyaw system in hiring sugar workers. teams of around 8 to 15 tapaseros work on harvesting the sugarcane, and they are paid per ton of the harvest.

pictured below is my host on this trip, pastor jonathan, surveying the field of harvested sugarcane.



if my memory serves me right, these men were contracted for P80 per ton of cut sugarcane, and we estimated that 3 days of work would earn each of them at most P300, or P100 a day. here in the city, i know of a few people who earn in an hour sitting down what these men earn in 3 days of backbreaking work. but still, they are relatively lucky. from what i heard, there are some farm workers who receive as low as P60 a day.



after cutting, the tapaseros then gather the cut cane in bunches, enough for one shoulder load. they will then haul off the bunches one by one to the big trucks the landlord has hired to deliver the harvest to the sugar mill. but that's if the truck arrives.



the tapaseros are only paid once they haul all their harvested sugarcane to the truck. if the truck does not get there on time (if it's busy somewhere delivering someone else's harvest, or is under repair), then the tapaseros have no choice but to wait. without it, they don't get paid.



sacadas/tapaseros are hired mainly during the harvest and milling season. in the periods when there is no demand for their work (from june to september, called the "tiempos muertos" or "dead season"), many of them go about looking for odd jobs, or they go back home with what little they've earned.

in the instance that their meager cash runs out, they are sometimes forced to either take loans from the landlord, or buy basic goods on credit from the hacienda store, also owned by the landlord, where goods can cost as much as twice the usual prices in town. this keeps them in a cruel cycle where they have to continually work off their debts.



the thing i regret most is not asking these men their names, or more about their lives, their stories. without their names, i'm afraid that, after reading this, they'll simply fade back into that notion we have of "the way things are". or worse, that we see them as nothing more than statistics, that we forget that they too are human. we have our debts to pay, for the sweetness that we indulge ourselves in is the product of the sweat that these men have poured onto these fields.



it's lamentable that p-noy's first state of the nation address made no mention at all about agrarian reform. but even more lamentable, that only the regular farm workers and tenant farmers are prioritized in the carp extension bill (republic act 9700) that congress passed in 2009, giving the migrant sacadas a lesser priority in the scheme of things.



on this excursion to the sugarcane fields, some kids from the neighborhood had also joined us.





they started picking up some of the smaller stalks from the harvested sugarcane and stripping off the skin, then proceeded chewing. this made me a bit nervous, as the tapaseros could clearly see what the kids were doing to their harvest. but the tapaseros did not seem to mind.



watching these kids soon led me to wonder what kind of lives they'll be leading in the future. i'd heard stories of landlords hiring children to do work on the fields (weeding, fertilizing, etc.) before the planting of sugarcane. this is time spent away from school, time spent away from their supposed way out of this life of penury.





i can only hope that these children will no longer be caught in the cycles of poverty that trapped the generations before them, that our generation will finally find the resolve to put an end to all this...





... that these men will be the last of the sacadas.





photos taken on my trip to basay, negros oriental, january 2010.

additional sources:
http://www.agriworkers.org/html/resources002.htm
http://www.hartford-hwp.com/archives/54a/217.html
http://www.gmanews.tv/story/164637/new-carp-seen-to-kill-rights-of-thousands-of-seasonal-farm-workers
http://www.gmanews.tv/story/169245/arroyo-signs-carp-extension-bill-into-law
http://www.cockatoo.com/english/philippines/philippines_islands_negros.htm