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I place you in cared silver
Sealed it with a tear and a prayer
Chain it to my promise
And wear it like a kiss
— April 2015
You called me to your side
You looked at me, looked into my eyes
and softly said, ‘I love you.’
You bowed your head
You closed your eyes
and quietly said, ‘Goodbye.’
A Bulul is a carved wooden figure used to guard the rice crop by the Igorot peoples of northern Luzon. The sculptures are highly stylized representations of ancestors, and are thought to gain power from the presence of the ancestral spirit. The Ifugao are particularly noted for their skill in carving bululs. Bululs are used in ceremonies associated with rice production and with healing. — from Wikipedia More info here.
This particular bulul is carved from wood. What is unusual about it is that the figure is male and is caring for a child which one does not normally see compared to the more common bululs. I forget when we got this bulul but it has been guarding us for more than 17 years.
So I spent the morning of yesterday (10 April 2015) climbing a smallish mountain (or a HUGE hill if you’re picky) in San Pablo City. The climb took about an hour and a half and about a litre of water. Near the top I was able to take this photo of a part of the City, thankfully still covered with a lot of greens. I wasn’t high enough yet to have some of the lakes included in the photo but the greens and the mountains really looked nice from here. And even though it was nearing noon, the breeze remained cool.
Click through to my Flickr if you want to see this photo in full resolution (about 18 mpx).
I took a photo of a place inside my waking head, still sleepy and hazy, dreamy to be sure, with shadows still, because dreams also have their secrets.
The morning blue mountains somewhere in between Baguio and Sagada. This was taken from a moving bus zig-zagging along Halsema Highway.
He turned 17 today.
People say that they grow up so fast. That may be. But then it just might be that people grow old too fast.
Pauwi na Galing Iskwela
Sagada, Mountain Province
It was just a while ago that I was walking home from school with my friends (or cousins, I don’t remember). The lessons learned from the day already written down and tucked in an obscure corner of my head. All that’s left to think about is how to spend what’s left of the day. Patintero? Sikyo? Cartoons? Comic books? Mirienda-bath-nap? Or just hang out? Simple choices.
Now I just captured this moment and wonder where the simple choices have gone. Or maybe they’re still there but my world just got noisier.
Sulyap Cafe, San Pablo City
Ang Hari ng Benavides
The King of Benavides
I saw him blankly facing the wall in front of him, with an expressionless face and tired eyes. He was probably daydreaming or recalling happier times. He saw me pointing the camera at him and made the effort of straightening himself up a little and gave me that smile. Photo taken, he stuck out his hand to me. I gave him a small token and said, “Salamat po sa ngiti.” [Thank you for the smile.]
I didn’t see him there the last time I passed by.
[photo cropped by Instagram]