Where hidden solitude hush up — finally after months of seclusion due to unrelenting plates, term exams, and spilled beans of non-sensical to dos’, I got the chance to fill my feed up again. These photos were taken for an application to the organization I joined in the university, well if you’re familiar, [it’s] tomweb. This series were inspired from the category, which I don’t know if I should be thankful or curse for it, uncharted. I had no idea of the term uncharted except the fact that I know Sara Bareilles’ Uncharted and I think it’s a song for the happiness-seekers, all that. Just so when I browsed the dictionary did I know uncharted means isolation or seclusion thus the creative juices (I actually don’t know if this is creative enough) in me eventually came to make up this set.
I had three categories to look up to wherever I should. But this would do for now before I got all clogged up with plates and barely have photos to post again, which I would be queueing instead to compensate my anticipated hiatus. Anyhow, luck might have been with me through out my just-by-myself photowalk for that application.
I am a trainee now.
This one’s my first collaboration (sort of) with a friend who’s turning 18 this end of May. It was quite a challenge of turning ideas into the lens since I have yet to get the hang of this kind. Fortunately the rain considered our shoot and the sunset was too desperate to help us out with this one.
The Coming of Age - as Gill said.
Lonely but not alone.
It’s sad to know how people get to accept the fact of having sad endings. It’s as if anticipating the inevitability of terminals in life, stops or maybe, closure of things. Like foreseeing that time will come when crows will gradually dissipate its vibrant charcoal feathers; or knowing that a day will come where man would see the stars in the skies for the last time; or maybe telling time to consume itself for others while it being stolen by those with power. It’s sad to know how pain will always be there in the end. Like when someone dies, the people that dead fled would be left searching for his presence, his shadow maybe or at least, his smell. Or maybe when a relationship has come to its end, there would always be that one half of the whole who would cry himself all day and night trying to get back someone he just lost, as if his tears could really bring someone back up and tell him “hey, i love you again.” Well, it’s sad but something there is that says the reality of pain. We always long for something that was gone and lose something that we should be fondling in the present. Couldn’t we just be happy for having to experience something like it rather longing for something that was long gone?
Someday, in the middle of the road, i’ll drive with you and we’ll keep going. Across the ghost of all the traffic lights and through the silhouettes of the skyline. We won’t stop (well, unless if it’s time to go for a 60-second grocery at a family mart or 7/11). Never. Because if i would, i might let someone who meant everything to just get out of
the car my life.
Supposedly went for a thrifty food trip to Maginhawa (which is a minute-walk, if you’re a quick one, from UP) but rather ended up at UP town center where we got no choice but to eat at iHOP. Well, that was one hell of a broker. (But i liked eating a free french toast from a friend who got a full appetite already [goodness gracious])