Category Archives: Stills

to my lolos

mari.gold

it’s that time of the year again. All Souls Day.

the rain adds gloom.
*flowers to my lolos

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extra.push

extra.push

it was a long day assisting Josia in these depressed areas, but i am sure my feat will not even come close to what these kids do. i am sure it’s a long tiring day for them too. collecting scrap woods to burn to make charcoal which they sell for a low price. this is how they make both ends meet. extra push.

this was 6 months ago.

today, i will present- this photo included- to a panel looking for a photographer for a coffee table book. it’s a long shot. but, i’m taking it. it’s my first time to show off my works.
hoping for the best.

Ayan

cultural.pains

pain

 

Whang-Od is dubbed as the Last Mambabatok. Hand Tap tattoo artist.  She uses soot as ink and citrus thorn as needle. This practice has been done since the olden times. It was a scared tradition save for their tribal heroes. A mark for bravery.
This is one of the photos i took while waiting in line to be inked by the legendary Whang-Od.

Yes. It is painful. =)
*Aug 2014, Tinglayan, Kalinga

 

10.rupee.boy

10.rupee.boy

He greets everyone he sees with “only 10 rupees.”

He sells yellow flowers with candle on a small paper saucer to pilgrims and tourists in Pandey Ghat. The flowers are then offered and floated in Ganges. 

I always shy away from sellers whenever im traveling. Aside from i avoid lugging around additional baggage, i avoid unneccesary expenses too. I always brush them away with a smile. 

One time, as i was walking around the ghats, he ran to me with my lost bonnet on hand. I left it at the Chai place the day before. He handed the bonnet to me. He said he remember seeing me wearing that bonnet and he was kind enough to get it from the Chai shop so he could give it back to me. 

More than the bonnet, its his smile that made me smile that morning. It was sincere. Most of the time sellers only want to get money from you. Travelers are their prey. Its a bit difficult at times to distinguish a tout from an innocent who is just doing his job to make both ends meet.

I bought one of his flowers. We offered it in the river. He smiled. This was his smile on the photo. I tried to have a conversation  with him but the english he knows is only “only 10 rupees.”