September 5, 2013

The Everyday at Dahican, Mati, Davao Oriental

August 29, 2013 Today: I woke up at five and observed how Amihan kids practiced in the morning before they left for school. Three boys were assigned to prepare breakfast. A group of boys has its turn to prepare meals for everyone. I had coffee at the small place where Lupon fishermen had theirs. Carding, drunk, tailed me around with his “makahilis og baga” stare. He is an interesting character.  I took photos during the kid’s “duwa” (their word for skimboarding), tried it, and failed big time. Walked around and covered a good portion of the 7km Dahican Beach and […]
September 2, 2013

Skimboarding at Dahican Mati

Skimboarding at Dahican Mati Skimboarding is a foreign island for me, but I am long attracted to movement—beautiful, purposeful movements. So it did not come out as a shock when most of the photos I took at Dahican focused on one particular athlete. My camera instantly followed his movements—fluid  against the waves. He simply stood out. I later found out, he is Sonny Boy aka Bayugyog—a local word for capri—the 19-year-old who made Dahican, Mati, Davao Oriental the skimboarding capital of the country.  *** Beautiful detours are often last-minute decisions. I intended to spend the entire five-day trip at Cateel, Davao […]
August 24, 2013

Sun.Star Cebu | The Capital According to a Cebuana (3 of 3 parts)

HER eyes were the softest brown. An almond mole—like an islet below the curve of her right nostril—took after the shape found in the crater of Taal Lake. “Taga-Cebu man ko, ma’am,” she told us—her accent less pronounced than ours. But there was no mistaking that she was one of us. A fellow water vendor called her out after eavesdropping on our self-deprecating remarks about our poor Tagalog. We found an instant ally in this place surrounded by a lake that looked and felt like a sea. She had the slyness of a Bisaya as well. “Ari lang mog palit […]
August 21, 2013

Images from the Bus Window Series: Badian to Cebu City Photos

For a traveling gardener, the roadsides are constant wonders. It becomes a game of naming flowers  (colorful mayana, suwangga, zinnia) and I don’t have that in my garden yet, I wish I could get off and get some of those beauties  for my garden soliloquys. But this is a very relaxing activity. Something that does not really require movements. It is too relaxing that I often doze off in the middle of the game. I need something that requires thinking, instantness, and decisions. So I come up with this project that I hope I have the discipline and decency to pursue. Not […]