I took out my “Mark” for a brief walk outside one morning. The sun was up and it was very hot. I couldn’t stand walking around lugging my heavy dslr with its strap rubbing against my nape. (Or maybe I should’ve worn a collared shirt.
) So in the end, I took about just ten shots.
Then while I was processing the photos on my computer, I remembered how excited I was when I first used my first ever dslr — a Canon 30D in 2004. I took photos of just about anything — food, street signs, shells on the beach, fallen leaves, etc. I didn’t care then if people will like my photos or not. I had fun.
And then I discovered many photography blogs. I have my favorite reads to this day. But little did I know that while I expose myself to these wonderful blogs, the more I got conscious of my own photos. I began to post less and less on my blogs. It killed my joy.
It is entirely my fault, really. Photography is a highly subjective form of art. I should care less what people will say and should never compare. And with the rebirth of this blog, I vow to nurture the joy I once found in taking photos.

Just like that, the Christmas season is over.

The “bahay-kubo” (nipa hut) in my family’s compound.




My daughter watching the other kids play. The chair behind her belongs to my late grandmother. It’s still very sturdy to this day.

My son enjoying his time under the sun.
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