Cameras I’ve used

That is what I like about taking photos — to capture a moment or series of moments so I can remember the faces and the places I have been at a point in time.

taking photos with a CanonI started with a borrowed Kodak instamatic film camera when I was in grade school. I even tried developing my own film roll using an empty but minuscule storage cabinet as a dark room. Of course, naive that I am, that exercise was a failure. In high school I eventually moved on to a borrowed SLR — an Canon AE-1 Program — which I fell in love with. When I started working I used another borrowed SLR — a Pentax (I forget the model) — which I used to experiment with black & white film.

I eventually bought my own SLR film camera — a Canon EOS88. It was nothing fancy. I wanted to start recording memories of a newborn as he grows up.  Years later I eventually got myself a DSLR for a birthday — an EOS 100D — the camera pictured here.  The kit lens was replaced by a prime and I was quite satisfied with the results.

Without me being conscious of it, just taking photos transformed into a hobby.

The film camera is still working fine but it’s due for bit of cleaning. Instead of the kit lens it is now fitted with one of Canon’s low end prime lenses — a 50mm f1.8, It is very good glass inside a plastic body and mount. I still use it every now and then whenever I forget to be lazy or when there is an itch to use film.

Between the two cameras, I have recorded more than 25,000 slices of moments and I would probably take twice more given enough time and opportunity.


through the window


it was a cold morning when you left. i remember because it was raining really hard the night before. there were no goodbyes but just a gentle brush of your hand against mine. the last touch. that was ages ago. the room had become darker as the days passed but each day i still wait for you to come back. sometimes i would sit by the window and look for your face among the multitudes that pass by and i would just close the panes after the sun has set.

but now i grow tired of sitting and looking out the window. the faces have become blurs in time. the room has gone much darker and i tire.

i feel myself starting to leave.

This photo was taken in the late 90s, the words were written sometime in early August 2015, and I put them together and posted it on Instagram in the latter part of August of the same year.



This photo was the one that got me started with portrait photography.

This was taken when Cherry and I were just starting to go out. It feels like it happened just a year ago.  Time is biased. It goes so quickly during the happy  times and walks all too slowly during the not so good times. As of late, time seems to just linger about as if waiting for something to happen.

The photo was taken with a borrowed Pentax film camera loaded with a Kodak black and white film. ISO 400, if I remember correctly.


This is one of the first few photos that I took that I liked.

This was taken early morning, the first of January, New Year’s day,  some decades ago. The mist is actually the smoke left over from the previous night’s New Year fireworks and revelry. The guy on the bicycle is what one can call a newspaper delivery boy on the way towards the Malacañang area.  One can still see the barbed-wire barricades further down the street guarding the entrance to the Palace gates.

This was photo taken on film — the dark patches on the left is from its deterioration because I’m bad at keeping this thing.