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 just another one post series here on BWAB.
I love long bus rides. I love window seats. I love (to cover my writing frustrations) to shoot. Why not bring them together.
Images from the bus window are often linear. Unless you stick out your head from the window, which can be dangerous at times. But I do it nonetheless when the view right across the window has nothing to offer or offers nothing.
Images from the bus window necessitate quick decisions because the driver does not wait for you to finish manually setting your camera, to take as much frames as possible.
Images from the bus window do not wait. After all, the bus only picks up and drops off passengers within seconds.
Images from the bus window are the antithesis of writing. Yes, that is the very reason.
These are images on my way back to the city from the right bus window. Traveling down south is a monthly affair for almost two years now, and the road has somewhat unfolded itself. Whereas others often have “Welcome to ______” and “You are leaving ____. Thank you. Come again” as landmarks for entering and leaving towns, I have trees—residents of the roadsides—way older than those ugly signs.
I have to point this tree-as-landmarks habit out since you can find a picture of a talisay tree below, which is aesthetically, photographically lacking. But it is my landmark that I am in Moalboal already. There used to be a dog leashed on the branch, and it sat, barked, stood, slept on that bent trunk. But today, I saw my landmark but not the malnourished dog, which eventually evolved into a landmark without me realizing it.
I could not stop thinking about the dog. I mourned for the wrong reasons.