Gala Pinoy Redux

Okay, here’s an interesting photo taken by John Nacion during this year’s Pride March in New York. And according to John, it was a landmark parade, “following the legalization of same-sex marriage in the big apple. It was also my son’s first to see it, he just turned 8.”

But what’s even more interesting is the message she’s carrying. Do you agree with her or not? :D

You may find his original work here.

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I took up journalism in college, without the intention of working for a magazine or a newspaper. I simply wanted to write. So I put away most of the stuff I learned there in my mental locker and pull them out later on when I needed them. Like how to write a lead paragraph, spelling out numbers one to nine, yada yada yada.

But the trip to Samar was like a refresher course on my journ 101 and featuring writing days. I had to dig into whatever stuff I could still remember and put them to use again. And most of the digging happened when on our trip to the Lulugayan Falls.

Why am I telling you these things?
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During the Borongan fiesta, bazaars along Baybay Boulevard sell clothes, kitchen ware, tools, and toys, just to name a few. And one of the most popular toys sold in these bazaars are pellet guns.

I met this kid walking with some of his friends while brandishing his pellet gun on his right hand and a wound from a recent skirmish on his left temple.

From my set of photos taken in Borongan, Eastern Samar, Philippines. September 2011.

This photo is taken from the same roll where I took last week’s photo of the UP Sunken Garden. I couldn’t remember the back story here since I neither have the date nor the time of the day I shot this photo. But suffice it to say that I was feeling a little nostalgic about UP at the time. Which is a funny thing to say especially when I didn’t really miss my school in the first few years since I graduated there. And there I was years later, carrying a camera loaded with 36 shots of film, trying to capture whatever it was in my head. I snapped this photo with a running girl, a wheel, and a symbol of a bicycle all in the frame. And I thought, maybe at the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter how we get to where we’re going so long as we keep on moving forward.