Hi, I’m Brian Dys — a photographer from the inside looking out · a composer entangled in electronic music · a UX designer · a spouse, a parent, & everything in between.
April was the month we started visiting the bar almost every day; the month we spent three days in the outskirts of a distant land called, Zambales; mother turned fifty and still looking young; new people came along and introduced themselves to my life. I ended this month lying in front of the house in a drunken stupor.
Blues. I think I died this afternoon as I experienced flying at will to the top of our neighborhood.
Big Brother. This is a classic setting of an 80s house where the owner never dared clearing the living room off his precious possessions. Or better yet, some gifts just have really big sentimental value.
Training Day. I usually see people cleaning the windshield of a car in gasoline stations. The kid popped from nowhere as soon as the light went red.
Blind Man. He may be the old chap who asks for help at the footbridge but he is all right. He counts the coins after the long day.
Balde And Bugsy. The two puppies did not want to stay with us; took the opportunity when the small gate was swinging wide.
Graduation Mass. What the hell were we doing here? We do not have the slightest idea.
Fire Drill. Ten minutes before the intended time for fire drill, we received a notice to evacuate the building using the elevator. How bad is it to use the fire exit from the twenty-first floor?
Over The Bakod. When we were kids, we used to climb lots of trees, namely: mango tree, bayabas tree, balimbing tree, and macopa tree. Of course, some left unconquered because the branches were too high for us to reach. I remember them, but those trees are gone now – the duhat tree, santol tree, and mansanitas tree (which was full of thorns).
Spell. She is happy today and will forget about the whole jumpy emotion.
Model: Canon EOS 350D Digital
Lens: Canon Zoom Lens EF-S 18-55mm f3.5-5.6 II