Upon reaching the vicinity of The Medical City, I found out that the small zippered compartment of my backpack was open. Probably because I walked and crossed Ortigas Ave. using the footbridge.
The footbridge is notorious for pickpockets—hooligans who would position themselves behind unknowing pedestrians wearing backpacks. In a flick of a finger with the featherlike touch, they could unzip bags and take wallets or mobile phones. Or your lunch if it looks very scrumptious.
The traffic view from The Medical City footbridge in Ortigas Ave.(more…)
These are the settings I use (as of December 2019) when making a photo slideshow video—the pictures and music pretty much carry the feel-goodness of the whole presentation.
I like the Ken Burns effect of alternate zooming in and out of picture from one to the next. Give each picture some 4 seconds and when a 2-second transition is added, it will be less at around 2 seconds—just enough to let the audience fixate on a single picture.
Here is the latest video that I made for Jaycelle.
I could admit that I’m a collector. I’m a hoarder. And a procrastinator when it comes to exporting photographs that should’ve shared to people who cared. A different kind of holiday rush is happening to me as I am editing last year’s December photos.
I’m glad because I’m making progress and I’m down to the last two albums that will finally see the light of day. I also managed to sweep off clean my 2018 queue folder. But lo and behold! This is not the case for years 2016 down to 2005—when I started going digital with Canon EOS 350D (I miss that that little gadget).
We have that capability—to memorize every millisecond that happens in front of our eyes—through technology. But does it mean we could, we should?
Even the brain avoid hurting itself by not storing everything—only the important ones.
So today, I am updating my photo documentary process by dismissing the offshoots. This is to put highlight in giving thoughtful capturing of moments instead of over-shooting and then choosing what’s best in post processing.
The last time I felt this way towards a camera was when I wanted a Canon 6D and a pancake lens. Since I’m kinda going lean in my life, this camera got me.
A model photo of the ZEISS ZX1 floating in the air.
The first thing you’ll notice is the way the ZEISS ZX1 fits in the hand, the bend in the display – it just feels right. And then you discover the impressive optical quality of the lens: pin sharp results with an amazing depth of detail, juicy vibrant colors and an excellent balance. Source
Did I mention that my math superpower in high school failed to work during my stint in the College of Engineering? My parents’ chosen course for me was ECE. I wrote mine in the second choice field: Creative Writing.
For a year, I managed to trudge through the hallways and classrooms of Velasco. In between schedules, I worked as an SA (student assistant) at computer laboratories—the job took me places (read: other buildings). On Saturdays, the sunny soccer field was my home as a medic in ROTC. These were the places in my world in DLSU.
Never thought of wandering past the library. Never dared to stop wearing plaid polo shirts.
During the last term of my first year, the course I was in felt like chains and balls shackled to my feet. Depression kicked in that I found myself breaking out in tears in a Philosophy class. The prof was sharing about her journey in Zen and at some point I was sure she was talking directly to me about finding freedom and peace.
Paradigm Shift
Armed with an SLR and some knowledge in Adobe Photoshop, I shifted to Advertising Management (after finding closed doors in Communication Arts)—did all the paperworks and passed the qualifying exam. Then I told my parents about it. I don’t remember that it really mattered to them—the sin that I did. They were full support in my education, I realized.
One lazy afternoon, along the walkway of SJ Bldg. were recruitment booths lined up left and right. I was looking for a place where I could contribute in photography and graphic design and there I found LaSallian and Malate. Or they found me?
Resident Photoshopper
Just some of the works I unearthed from an old hard drive:
A Malate Literary Folio Recruitment Flyer.A Malate Literary Folio Lilt and the Verve event ticket.A Malate Literary Folio giveaway bookmark.
Other works include cover design of a couple folio issues, published photographs (of course) and some written works in a logbook—beaten and left for dead by legit poetry members.