I passed several men on the road making their way to work in the fields. They were very polite and friendly. I asked if I could take their portrait and some gladly obliged. As a child when we traveled to Batangas during the summer, I remember seeing only glimpses of hardworking men and women from the car window dotting the fields along the provincial roads. Somehow, making these portraits is my small gesture of honoring them and the work they do in their daily lives.
By late afternoon, the rain came in a heavy downpour. When darkness fell, Meo filled the steel drum with dry leaves and coconut husks then set them on fire to deter the mosquitoes. Thick smoke billowed out and fogged the dining area where we sat. Meanwhile, Lucinda poured citronella oil on the concrete floor. Suddenly, I remember being in Bulacan on the set of a horror film where I used to work as a production assistant. The scene just brought back memories! I thought of Peque and the rest of the crew with all its idiosyncracies. It made me smile just thinking about those good old days. I then took some inspiration from those memories and photographed these images.
I was fascinated with the water reflections on the rice fields and attempted to make pictures in a few, slightly different versions.
I woke up at dawn and walked the road just outside the farm where we stayed. It felt good not to have a schedule and just be there to take in the landscape.