All Saints Day

Traditions last as long as families and significant others keep things going… November 1 is such a day for Filipinos. In remembrance of their dearly departed, they give their annual dues, in the form of flowers, candles, and prayers. There is that Catholic belief that the souls of the dear departed are in Purgatory, and […]

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Photos: Allie’s First Birthday!

 I actually enjoy milestones. And a couple of days ago, September 1, 2017, I was able to join in on the first birthday party of a darling little sweetie, Allie. 🙂 My dear friend Alex and his wife, Jennifer invited sent me an invitation a month beforehand to Allie’s Mad Hatter-themed birthday party. Now, Allie […]

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Photo: Mr. Fruit Man

  It was his bright auburn hair, I saw first… and then the oranges. And then like I always do, I reached for mine phone and pretended to walk by while making a photo.I only got to walk a few steps when I realized that my “surreptitiously-done” photo was not what I wanted (or not […]

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The day before All Souls Day

“So, what are you going to do with these pictures?” (I often get asked why I take pictures… I have a voluminous collection of snaps in my iphone, which I carry around while my “formal” camera is in repair. I just see something I like, and then, I see possible stories in my head because […]

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The Ship Builder

  He had a grand old beauty on his shoulder… While on one of my occasional walks on the promenade some months, I saw this fellow with four of these ships in his hands. This one was the biggest, and he had three more medium-sized and small ones in the other hand. I was so […]

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Pedicabs

Small streets call for small modes of transportation. 🙂 Where I come from, the more popular mode of public transportation are these “pedicabs” (others refer to them as “pedibox” just because) and they are likened to “taxicabs”, because they bring you to wherever you want in the city, for the going price of 8 pesos […]

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The Ladies in White

The white house near the Bian Yek in Dumaguete has always held a mysterious air. When I was in grade school, someone told me that there were “White Ladies” who lived there, and that they were really old and frail. I remember one time late one after whilst riding a pedicab, and looking up, I […]

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