Saturday, June 25, 2011


Another Friday night. Despite the rain, streets are filled with people waiting to enter clubs. Clubs to me are eternal ongoing parties without a host. From the very few times I went to clubs, I can say that there is something missing. I am guessing maybe some intimacy among all, or some friendship.

There was a light rain and I wished I had three hands: Two for camera and one for umbrella. I am hesitant of wrapping the camera into a plastic bag since that might make people think I am spying on them! Just love the light at nights. It is so well defined. It is so visible. In daytime you have to pay much more attention.. There are many challenges, however, that can ruin many good photos. The rain drops were glittering under the street lights while a car pulled over and the lady driver started texting. Another person was so involved in a conversation while smoking outside of a club. And then there was the phonebooth standing under the rain, so shiny, so red, and so old.  

Monday, June 13, 2011

Blue Moon

I know this is my photography blog but I started writing and recording songs again after a while. Here is a song composed, performed and recorded by myself at my kinda home studio. It is called Blue Moon. I hope you enjoy it. I wrote it last week.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Food Photography

It has been a while that I check Penny De Los Santos' blog. She has a very different style in food photography. It is not the stereotypical way of lighting and taking photos. It seems that her style make me feel more close to the food and more hungry!
I was making bacon and egg for my breakfast today and I took some photos. So it is a new experimental work. It is always good to push yourself out of your way.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Behind The Dirty Glass

I was taking photos on Whyte Ave some nights ago. It was around 11pm. A small sample of all sort of people were walking there: A few drunk, a few coming form club, a few homeless, and I was there in the middle of vast empty spaces between people, standing with my camera. Every once in a while you would encounter someone, somewhere, passing from the other side of the street. For some people it was a night for two, and for some other people it was a night to drink coke and coffee.