rewriting

A sunny morning that gave way to a rainy afternoon. It is not uncommon but the intensity of change was remarkable today. It is like an author who invented his characters, entwined their lives, made them eat or sleep, warped their time and fast forward their gaits. Only a little later, to decide to banish all of that by rewriting.

That is just a thought

...which I plan to act out.

A busy day. From household chores to going to Roosevelt with Embee in the morning, and to my duty in the afternoon. I rewrite my plan to clean, to wash, to "re-place" the buttons. Who doesnt deserve a curl on the bed with a good book? Outside, the sky seems to favor what I plan to do.

some days : if it is sunny, we reason it is too hot outside.
when it rains, we say we did or did not do something because it rained.


but today while the sky was indecisive (to rain or shine), we walked.
a little gray but not gloomy. good for morning walk in Matalino and Forestry.
















can you see the image of the camera reflected on glass? this was taken before we walked


in the afternoon, candid words about marriage exchanged. lively, fun.
continuation over free icecream in a grocery, hearts talking more and more.

gray sky, sun shining behind
nice day
for walking
for conversing.

Sunny day in Quezon City. If not for the waiting this afternoon, the day was perfect.

There was traffic jam. Noticed a garbage collector in a "patient, waiting attitude" pose, sometimes even waving to some people passing.





















His is a better disposition.

Malatapay, Zamboanguita, Negros (again)
(a late upload)

Every Wednesday, a large number of people go to Malatapay market to sell or buy cows, carabaos, pigs, goats and others.

Malatapay is a coconut-shaded area in the coastal part of Zamboanguita, Negros Oriental. It was just a short walk from where we stayed. Big and small animals, coming with their owners in different vehicles.


















































































Some too smelly, you can see why.


















Some are dead and dried (fish):
















Some plants have become bags:

















The lady in the resort said "There is lechon there if you like".

Someone looks happy (with his souvenir native mat) posing with the lechon.
















After this we had to rush. Embee had to work etc etc...
later we zip to Manila.

look up, young man, look up

Driving in Manila is not for the faint-hearted. and i am faint. therefore I don't drive. Perhaps reading Xrays of vehicular accident patients has dampened my little if any desire to learn.

But being a passenger sometimes requires a wooden heart too. When Embee drives and I am in front passenger seat, I try to be calm when I get overwhelmed by buses by either closing my eyes or putting my hands on my lap with my palms up (you can imagine fear can get so funny). If I hold on something, I get so tired after so 'palms up' saves my energy.

But when Embee's schedule and mine are not congruent, I commute (by bus, by jeepney or by tricycle), or just walk. From inside a tricycle, all others become giant. The bus is like a moving mountain.

There is a cure ("attention rival" to it) though. "Look up, young man, look up" or something like that were written big on a wall of FEATI University facing the street. I dont know if it is still there. More than a decade ago, I used to pass by the place when I lived in Taft.

Well, I looked up. ah...East Avenue looks good from below. I just discovered a camera-capturable cure for bus-induced overwhelming fear.

Green and sky
Green and sky.

of "solitary in the midst" and zoom

people can be everywhere but some of them solitary. in a noisy place, you see their silence from afar and speculate about their thoughts.

she looks like waiting?


















he looks like choosing between two or many things?


















I too was alone...

and thinking about them.

my conclusion later?

I have a "poor zoom" camera. I had to blur the periphery (yes, retouch)to isolate people already alone.

have you been sick?





















it is like noticing the stitch holes in your curtain.