Sunbirds on fire trees…

After the Rain…

I miss my father terribly, especially today.

All of these photos, taken just outside the house after a lonely rain, are dedicated to him.

Wet wings make flies respect rest.

Washed to be lush.

Another Eurasian Tree Sparrow, another tree…

Our balimbing (starfruit tree) bears fruit… but its flowers are washed down by the rain.

A Eurasian Tree Sparrow takes a rest on a wet branch.

Our Seryales tree…

From our palm tree…

Food Porn: Skybox’s Delicious Offers

Burrito Asada: Grilled USDA beef mixed with Mexican rice and red beans.

Skybox’s famous burger, smothered with gravy, garlic mashed potatoes, rice and buttered vegetables.

Please give me french bread for this yummy one 🙂

The ultimate sandwich for me. Will order this next time at Skybox!

Is a Kapampangan (Pampanga) delicacy that’s a favorite all over the Philippines. “Sisig” is a term which apparently means “to snack on something sour.”

I will have this soon too! I’m not a big pasta consumer, but this one passes my discriminating taste 🙂 Spicy Shrimp Pasta: Fresh shrimps sauteed in Skybox’ home made aglio olio sauce served with garlic bread. A sure hit to those who like that added kick.

I have tried this, and it’s so rich in flavor 🙂

Big enough to feed an army 🙂

TAQUITO SALAD: Shredded organic lettuce topped with savory beef, tomato salsa, garlic sauce, hand-rolled corn tortillas, and finished off with cheese.

I’m terrible with names.

I’ve tasted all these, but I don’t know what they’re individually called. Excuse the gap, please.

Cheers to delicious meals!

Photography…

I only knew photojournalism before venturing into other photography genres. I’m a journalist by trade, so it comes with the territory.

When I was still a stringer for Agence France Presse (AFP), a few of my photos were published in well-known newspapers around the world and I was paid for them. The pay and the opportunity to see my photos on the pages of these newspapers were enough to keep me in photojournalism for a long time.

My dad, Toying R. Formoso, and I at this restaurant in Sta. Monica. This was the last time we saw him smiling fully like that. We miss him every day… a lot!

However, after the elections and learning that my father has autoimmune hemolytic anemia and, eventually, lymph node cancer, I discovered that there is more to photography than photojournalism.

Photography, as well as experimenting with other genres, provided me with the needed distraction from my father’s illness. Whenever he’s on chemotherapy, I’d wander all around his hospital area with the DSLR I bought secondhand.

That’s how it went… that’s where it all began for me. Since then, I’ve taken a lot of photos… except of my father, because I couldn’t bear it. Because I always wanted him to be fresh in my mind… unaffected, always smiling, always joking around with us.