Here are a few more shots from “The Brick.” I don’t have a light meter so most of the shots are done instinctively. Sun up = speed up.
There’s a certain magic in film grain that is absent from digital photography. Sniff too much of it and you get hooked.
I borrowed an Argus C3 rangefinder camera from a friend and tried my hand in shooting with it. This was a totally different experience compared to shooting with the Holga. Shooting with a rangefinder, especially with the Argus C3, require a lot of patience and research. I enjoy taking photographs with my digital Lumix but shooting with an old mechanical tool gives me a different kind of high. The metallic clink and clang of the Argus shutter, the pain of focusing, the metal knobs and gears, the quirky way of advancing the film, all these add up to a different kind of photography experience.
But then a camera is just a camera. Its main purpose is to capture images and I always believe that the image does not have to tell the viewer about the equipment used to achieve it. Here are a few samples of my successful experiment (after a first failure) with the camera also known as the “Brick.”
Coffee stalls in markets use evaporated milk in cans instead of cream or fresh milk. Cans are then reused as take-away containers for coffee instead of paper, plastic and styrofoam cups.
People gallivanting, traipsing, sashaying, lumbering, meandering along Lacson street last night. All walks of life, different ways of walking.
For two nights a good stretch of Lacson Street, one of the city’s two main thoroughfares is closed to vehicular traffic for the Electric MassKara Parade and for the chance to walk, prance, or dance with a beer in hand.
I went there for two nights to be with friends. To see and be seen. To cradle a slowly consumed and warming bottle of beer. To watch the human drama, comedy and tragedy unfold right in front of me.
tired parlor games
random coffee shop shot.
New Gerce Cafe. Gatuslao Street, Bacolod City.
Follow the jeep of love.
I was at the Bacolod Cathedral when I heard a voice. I walked towards this voice and saw a man sitting by the church door with a stick, a can, a sign, all the accoutrements of a begging blind man. I called him by his name and introduced myself and just like old friends,we talked. It amazed me how a simple encounter with this man has opened up floodgates of memories of the years past. He told me he had eye operations but his sight could no longer be saved. He did not ask for anything. He just asked me to tell friends that he is just there. I was glad to have heard his voice and see him again.
Who is this man you may ask? He is Efren “Boy George” and he worked the grill of the famed pork barbecue stalls outside La Consolacion College. At lunchtime and in the afternoon he is obscured with thick smoke. Thick, cloying and sweet smelling smoke that happens when fat meets burning coals. He was different because he knew us by name, and he knew a lot about events, happenings, parties, who fell in love with whom, who fought who, a lot of stories. It was this trait that endeared him to us. He was no longer just the barbecue grill man but a friend. He was a regular fixture in batch parties. We do not just order barbecue, the barbecue man has to be there too.
His little placard has a message:
We are all equal in the eyes of God the Father. No rich no poor. We share what we have.
Salamat sa inyo gugma kag kaalwan. Sa pagpa-ambit sang gamay kag daku nga grasya.
Be humble like Jesus. Give the gift of life.
T.Y. and God Bless
Potions, amulets, minerals, aromatics, resin-rich wood chips, beads, powders. This little spot is at the south side of the Central Market of Bacolod City where the scent of freshly ground coffee and slaughtered chicken collide.