Apple

Saturday morning, I happen to spot T’s leftover snack while I was clearing away the dishes. An apple wrapped in white napkin was perched on top of the stove. I picked it up after finishing my chore and photographed it near the window. Simple but powerful food. The body can heal itself when it is given the right fuel. We discovered it seven years ago when we switched to a Whole Foods Plant based way of eating that cured my eczema and T’s asthma. We celebrate this incredible transformation in our lives this month and we are so grateful. 

Gala apple, 2017

Gala apple, 2017

Between Autumn and Winter

I stopped dead on my tracks when I saw the leaves scattered on the grass and the Christmas lights wrapped around the tree trunk. I love the juxtaposition. For me, it spoke of the transition between the end of autumn and the ushering of winter/holiday season. On a deeper level, it is a metaphor for that familiar place for some of us who are in this life journey when we’re not quite where we want to be. My cousin calls it “a holding pattern.” Pema Chodron teaches us to remain open and be friends with whatever is happening at this moment no matter how uncomfortable it is. The only way is through. Appreciate its beauty. 

Yerba Buena Gardens. San Francisco, CA. 2017. 

Yerba Buena Gardens. San Francisco, CA. 2017. 

The Road often Traveled

Everyday, we take a U-turn on this road which takes us to the I-80 on ramp to the Bay Bridge and eventually to the city. Today, we drove a bit further towards the water and parked near the Marina for our early morning walk. How different can this scene be with the fog and the warm golden light from the sun? I was stunned. With the highway obscured by the fog, I am temporarily transported to a different place in a different time. Beautiful— so beautiful. And, the camera is the perfect tool to capture this fleeting moment.

Powell Street, Emeryville, CA. 2017. 

Powell Street, Emeryville, CA. 2017. 

Fogscapes

T & I did an early morning walk at the Marina the day after Thanksgiving. We were pleasantly surprised when we saw the fog hovering by the bay. Beautiful and serene. I particularly focused on the ducks gliding through the water. Their presence makes these images so stunning. Walking and photographing always puts me in the present moment. I am grateful. 

Emeryville, CA. 2017

Emeryville, CA. 2017

Emeryville, CA 2017. 

Emeryville, CA 2017. 

Sydney

One of the best things about working in a hotel especially this new company I am with entitles their employees to complimentary nights! The universe aligned and I was able to get a night at the hotel plus I had enough miles to fly out to Sydney from Manila. My cousin was also in town so I was able to stay with her for a few nights. I haven't seen her since 2004 and have never met my niece. I wanted to spend some quality time to catch up. So, I took advantage of the opportunity and visited the city for the first time. I loved it! It's a cross between San Francisco and Santa Barbara because of the nearby beaches that could be reached via ferry. I did the whole tourist thing and tried my best to take photographs that describes my experience. When given another chance, I would love to come back there and stay longer possibly travel to Melbourne or stop over if we ever make our way to New Zealand.

Tourists at the commuter Ferry from Circular Quay. July 2017. 

Tourists at the commuter Ferry from Circular Quay. July 2017. 

View of the Sydney Harbor Bridge from the Hop on Hop Off Bus. June 2017.

View of the Sydney Harbor Bridge from the Hop on Hop Off Bus. June 2017.

Manly Beach, July 2017

Manly Beach, July 2017

Three Sisters. Blue Mountain. July 2017.

Three Sisters. Blue Mountain. July 2017.

Family Time

I enjoyed an afternoon soaking in a jacuzzi with my siblings and my niece. A friend of Malyn's was kind enough to have us stay overnight in their vacation home in Punta Fuego, Batangas. It is rare that we get together so I always make sure I document these fleeting moments. We caught up on family stories and of course, we shared so many laughs.

Punta Fuego, Batangas. June 2017

Punta Fuego, Batangas. June 2017

Punta Fuego, Batangas. June 2017.

Punta Fuego, Batangas. June 2017.

Puenta Fuego, Batangas. June 2017.

Puenta Fuego, Batangas. June 2017.

NYC Moment 2

We passed by this gentleman who was talking to his buddy seated inside the moving truck. He saw me as I raised my camera to my eye. I decided to make a quick portrait instead of waiting for a moment since he had the right stance and was juxtaposed perfectly with all the other elements within the frame.

50th Street between 5th & 6th Avenues. New York City. 

50th Street between 5th & 6th Avenues. New York City. 

Inspiration: Dale Chihuly at the New York Botanical Gardens

For me, this image that I captured at the New York Botanical Gardens sums up the beauty of Dale Chihuly's work. He draws inspiration from nature and his organically shaped glass work "merges" with it. And, the light above the greenhouse added to this beautiful photograph. 

I want people to be overwhelmed with light and color in a way they have never experienced.
— Dale Chihuly

9/11 Memorial Visit

As I approached one of the reflecting pools at the 9/11 site, my eye immediately caught these single white roses lodged  in a few of the names around the perimeter. A sign nearby gave the explanation: "As a tribute, the 9/11 Memorial places roses upon victims' names on their birthdates." And, so I began photographing the flowers as I walked around the pool This particular image was spiritual and somewhat haunting. The morning sun creating  a shadow between two buildings and a halo on the white rose against the dark metal. It sent shivers to my spine as I clicked the shutter. 

It is Everywhere

How does one make an interesting photograph when people are immersed in their mobile phones? This is a question that always comes to my mind whenever I walk the streets after work.  

Kodakan chosen as finalist at the LA Photo Curator International Awards

The theme was "Root" with esteemed guest juror Susan Spiritus. A big thank you to Susan as well as to Laura Freitag for giving space for these photographic projects at the same time giving back to social causes.  I  am honored to be in the company with these talented photographers:

1st Place: "I Wish Her Then" Amy Kanka
2nd Place: "Heritage" Ellen Jantzen

Honorable Mention:
"Who I am" Theresa Tarara
"Family Tree" Marilyn Carren
"Treehouse" Sam Tucibat
"Artist Rock" Karen Klinedinst
"Artifacts (Kodakan)" Stella Kalaw

Kodakan from the Artifacts from 52 Victoria series.  

Kodakan from the Artifacts from 52 Victoria series.  

Warm Weather

We had a few days this week where the temperature in the city was in the mid-70's. I felt comfortable enough to walk around without a jacket. I am out in the streets again with my camera looking around for some type of gesture or an interesting facial expression. Here are two that I like so far.  I am still feeling rusty. 

Back in the Street

Last Thursday, I was able to carve out some time to finally get out and walk the streets with my camera around my neck. I can't tell you how good it felt to be looking and composing within the frame and pressing the shutter. This past year, I switched employment unexpectedly and my attention shifted to learning the new job. Such endeavor took up so much brain power and energy that it depleted my will to go out and shoot. However, I did manage to work on a quieter still life series on the weekends so I was not without my camera for the entire period. I am quite rusty but the good news is that I've reached a point where I am able to put my energies where it truly belongs and focus on taking pictures again. And, by God's grace, I got my old schedule back so I have time to walk regularly. 

New Yorker Article: On Photography and Loneliness

...if love belongs to the poet, and fear to the novelist, then loneliness belongs to the photographer. To be a photographer is to willingly enter the world of the lonely, because it is an artistic exercise in invisibility. In the course of its relatively brief history, photography (and, by extension, those who take photographs) has been accused repeatedly of constituting an act of predation, as if the street is a savannah and the person with a camera a large cat, silent and hungry, ready to sprint after its next meal. In reality, though, the person with the camera is not hiding but receding. She is willfully removing herself from the slipstream of life; she is making herself into a constant witness, someone who lives to see the lives of others, not to be seen herself. Writing is often assumed to be the loneliest profession, but solitude should not be confused for loneliness: one is a condition we choose, the other is a condition that is forced upon us. A writer creates a world, and she is the ruler of it; the photographer moves through the world, our world, hoping for anonymity, hoping she is able to humble herself enough to see and record what the rest of us—in our noisy perambulations, in our requests to be heard—are too present to our own selves to ever see. To practice this art requires first a commitment to self-erasure.
— Hanya Yanagihara, The New Yorker

Memorial and Photography

But when the photograph outlives the body — when people die, scenes change, trees grow or are chopped down — it becomes a memorial. And when the thing photographed is a work of art or architecture that has been destroyed, this effect is amplified even further. A painting, sculpture or temple, as a record of both human skill and emotion, is already a site of memory; when its only remaining trace is a photograph, that photograph becomes a memorial to a memory.
— Teju Cole, writer. "Memories of Things Unseen." NYTimes

An old friend from school whom I reconnected with two years ago shared this article. The quote above points to the core of why I love photography and the way I  practice the medium. Whether they are quiet pictures of interiors, God filled light basking the landscape, a portrait or a still life, I am cognizant of the fact that what is in front of my lens is temporary. That pause- that moment of realization weighs heavily on me to make sure the photographs I make or capture contain some depth of emotion or meaning before I press the shutter. So even when I view these pictures decades later, they still carry with it the meaningfulness of that fleeting moment and tugs at my spirit.