Somewhere in Antique
Taken by Nanay on her trip to Antique with high school friends.
Photos from Western Visayas
Nanay is on a two-week tour of Western Visayas with her friends. Her phone is connected to my Flickr account. All her photos get uploaded to a private storage, a concept she has not fully grasped yet, because she always reacts with surprise when I know where she had gone. Nanay is not the most talented photographer, as you can see in this photo of her best friend and soul-sister, Auntie Cecil posing in front of Kabankalan City Hall.
These are the better ones. I don't know where these were taken exactly, but Flickr has a geolocation feature, so I can make an intelligence guess.
Somewhere in Kabakalan, where they enjoyed sea food.
Somewhere in Matabang, Talisay—maybe a corner in the Ruins? Here's a typewriter.
This is somewhere in Boracay, perhaps?
This is somewhere in Boracay, perhaps?
Flowers in Surallah
My mother's photos are automatically uploaded to my Flickr account. I ask her permission if I can post some of them here.
Summer fruit
The mango tree bears much fruit this summertime. Nanay snapped this on Sunday morning, 30 minutes before the start of the worship service, when the church parking lot was not yet packed. (It has been a long time since I had last shared Nanay's photos in this site. You see, years ago, I synced her phone to auto-upload photos in my Flickr account, an arrangement that gives me access to the goings-on in her life, which mostly revolves around family, friends, and church.) I love mango trees, not just because of their fruit but because anywhere they are planted, they offer a comforting shade and coolness, a respite from the tropical Mindanao heat. I look forward to see this mango tree grow up and flourish.
The Hiligaynon word for the day is búnga, which means "fruit."
Sleepy dog
Bukidnon, Philippines
Taken by Nanay, who isn't a huge fan of canines in general. Of the many dogs we've had in the household, David and Benjamin were the only ones she liked. They would wag their tails when they saw mother come home from the clinic. They weren't smart dogs, but they were sweet. I hope the saying isn't true: that dogs take after their owners.
Flowers by mother
To encourage my mother to go out, I told her we'd start a project. She would take pictures of her daily walks in the neighborhood, or of her travels with friends, or of her garden. These photos would be uploaded in the cloud, the concept of which remains vague towards her because she often asks me what happened to the photos I had deleted in her phone—where are the photos of her during Sean's inauguration, for instance, because her make up looked good during the event. This is made possible by Flickr, a truly great repository of photos, which I had installed on her phone. The autoupload function has been enabled. (If you don't have a paid subscription to Flickr, you should get one. It's one of the most worthwhile investments.)
I'm sharing photos from her trip to Central and Northern Mindanao with high school friends.
As you can see, she loves flowers.
I'm sharing photos from her trip to Central and Northern Mindanao with high school friends.
As you can see, she loves flowers.