The Cocoon and I
First of all I want to introduce who I am.. The image you see at the left depicts me. I am still in the process of understanding and developing. I think that cocoons are luckier creature than us, they can reach completeness and become a butterfly, but we humans are made to stay as cocoons for the rest of our lives.
We are entangled in an unending process of growing and learning. We are constantly bombarded with new information, events, struggles, and successes, and for that I am thankful to my God for sustaining me. I have an interest to a lot of things and one of them is photography. I don't have a fancy and expensive camera, but as long as i can see and capture the scene or the moment, then that's all that matters to me.
I am a Filipino, born and raised in Iligan City - The City of Waterfalls. The following images and other contents you find here are all my original shots and works. Borrowed ideas will be recognized. I hope you will enjoy and learn something as you go through my photography, personal realizations, ans stories. Thanks for dropping by! - Froi
We are entangled in an unending process of growing and learning. We are constantly bombarded with new information, events, struggles, and successes, and for that I am thankful to my God for sustaining me. I have an interest to a lot of things and one of them is photography. I don't have a fancy and expensive camera, but as long as i can see and capture the scene or the moment, then that's all that matters to me.
I am a Filipino, born and raised in Iligan City - The City of Waterfalls. The following images and other contents you find here are all my original shots and works. Borrowed ideas will be recognized. I hope you will enjoy and learn something as you go through my photography, personal realizations, ans stories. Thanks for dropping by! - Froi
The Beginning
Let me start my Photo story site from the beginning. I can't and don't want to put an image of a mother in labor nor a couple in the process of procreating. So, I'll start with the day we were born. This day the world welcomes us! In this day the struggle begins. Every great, terrible, horrific, and simple men that walked and are walking on the face of the earth were once like this tiny, pink vulnerable creature. So what's the difference?
We face the same cruelty and love that the world can provide, we breathe the same air, walk the same earth, drink the same water. Then, why some are born great and others not? Maybe they are not born great or servants from the start after all... maybe it's how you and I face the cruelty or challenges of this earth, maybe it is in how we breathe, how we walk, and how we drink. In short and simple language, maybe it is in how we perceive, take, and accept things to mold the right attitude.
We cannot decide where we will be born, who our parents will be, but we have the choice to live out the person who we want to become. We all started up the same, tiny and vulnerable, but we have the decision whether to be great or to be contented with mediocrity.
We face the same cruelty and love that the world can provide, we breathe the same air, walk the same earth, drink the same water. Then, why some are born great and others not? Maybe they are not born great or servants from the start after all... maybe it's how you and I face the cruelty or challenges of this earth, maybe it is in how we breathe, how we walk, and how we drink. In short and simple language, maybe it is in how we perceive, take, and accept things to mold the right attitude.
We cannot decide where we will be born, who our parents will be, but we have the choice to live out the person who we want to become. We all started up the same, tiny and vulnerable, but we have the decision whether to be great or to be contented with mediocrity.
Remember
The end.... I started my photo story from the beginning, but I will not end it at the end. I decided to put it right after the beginning. I got this scene when I visited the cemetery where both of grandparents (in my mother's side) are rested. The scene really struck me. I tried to get closer to take a shot, but the dog barked at me as if warning me not to get closer, so I backed off.
Have you ever asked your self, "Will anyone remember me after I die?" To this person inside the concrete box I know someone does. I don't know if the dog has a special bond with the person lying inside or it is just resting there, but for sure it is comfortably slumbering there. It seems like the dog is savoring the moment.
Death - The only thing that holds you back from really getting lost are the memories you left to those who are living. For sure there will be a lot memories but what kind of memory? Will the people around you remember you as a bad person or a good one? Will people regret your loss or celebrate it?
Those questions can only be answered by how you live your life now. Someone said that people will remember you less of what you say, more on what you do, but most of who you are. Who are you as a father, mother, son, or daughter? Take this as a challenge, start within your own circle, your family.
Have you ever asked your self, "Will anyone remember me after I die?" To this person inside the concrete box I know someone does. I don't know if the dog has a special bond with the person lying inside or it is just resting there, but for sure it is comfortably slumbering there. It seems like the dog is savoring the moment.
Death - The only thing that holds you back from really getting lost are the memories you left to those who are living. For sure there will be a lot memories but what kind of memory? Will the people around you remember you as a bad person or a good one? Will people regret your loss or celebrate it?
Those questions can only be answered by how you live your life now. Someone said that people will remember you less of what you say, more on what you do, but most of who you are. Who are you as a father, mother, son, or daughter? Take this as a challenge, start within your own circle, your family.
A Salute to Donald
This is Donald, he should have been one of the main characters in Toy Story, but unfortunately he did not pass the screening process. But, anyway I think he has a colorful story too that really fits like the Toy Story movie. I will share with you today the story behind this picture.
He is not my toy, he is my brother's favorite toy. They were like best friends and in his games Donald is always the good guy, destroys the villains, and saves the day. Even during bedtimes, Donald is beside him. Every time my brother is sick Donald always make him feel more better. It's like his personal comforter.
Donald seemed to be the perfect toy that every toy should be, to bring joy and comfort. Donald is unchanging, always available, always ready to give a hug and a smile. That's Donald, but children grow... As the years went by I noticed that Donald has been neglected, one time I saw him under the bed with the dusts, I took him out and I started to read all the scribble around his body and hat. I read "love", my brother wrote it there. I don't know what was going through his mind when he wrote it, but now the word lost it's meaning and value.
We sometimes neglect those that were once important to us, especially when we start to go out and explore another world or adventure. We sometimes tend to forget how something or someone used to make us smile, comforts us, and even molded us to who we are now. Just because new things are coming our way doesn't mean that we should leave or forget the old ones . If toys really can talk I know Donald has a lot of things to say to my brother.
It is a good thing to move, go out, and explore the new world outside, but do not neglect those who were with you the whole time before that. Of all the fame, success, and the glamor that you have today remember and look back to those few good things that helped you reach and enjoy what you have now.
This happens very commonly to the young people today, parents are being neglected. nursing homes are growing. Families are being traded to vain and temporary things.
So, i shook off all the dust from Donald and placed him on top of my brother's books, sitting, waiting to be hugged again, I grabbed my camera and took a shot. A salute to Donald - the ever loyal and available toy.
He is not my toy, he is my brother's favorite toy. They were like best friends and in his games Donald is always the good guy, destroys the villains, and saves the day. Even during bedtimes, Donald is beside him. Every time my brother is sick Donald always make him feel more better. It's like his personal comforter.
Donald seemed to be the perfect toy that every toy should be, to bring joy and comfort. Donald is unchanging, always available, always ready to give a hug and a smile. That's Donald, but children grow... As the years went by I noticed that Donald has been neglected, one time I saw him under the bed with the dusts, I took him out and I started to read all the scribble around his body and hat. I read "love", my brother wrote it there. I don't know what was going through his mind when he wrote it, but now the word lost it's meaning and value.
We sometimes neglect those that were once important to us, especially when we start to go out and explore another world or adventure. We sometimes tend to forget how something or someone used to make us smile, comforts us, and even molded us to who we are now. Just because new things are coming our way doesn't mean that we should leave or forget the old ones . If toys really can talk I know Donald has a lot of things to say to my brother.
It is a good thing to move, go out, and explore the new world outside, but do not neglect those who were with you the whole time before that. Of all the fame, success, and the glamor that you have today remember and look back to those few good things that helped you reach and enjoy what you have now.
This happens very commonly to the young people today, parents are being neglected. nursing homes are growing. Families are being traded to vain and temporary things.
So, i shook off all the dust from Donald and placed him on top of my brother's books, sitting, waiting to be hugged again, I grabbed my camera and took a shot. A salute to Donald - the ever loyal and available toy.
Empty Chairs
I got this scene from a closed fair during one of my morning walks. Around the area I can see metal bars, chains, rust, grass, cold machines, and a melancholic looking empty chair , suspended and hanging in the air overlooking another lonesome scene around of it's fellow abandoned rides.
It is sad, but life is really like this sometimes. One moment in your life many people are coming, riding along with you, party, fun, and good times seems to be never ending. Then one morning you wake up alone, hanging, and everybody's gone, even those we thought who would stay seem to be the first ones who went away after the good times are over.
You made people happy - that's the word, "happy", happiness depends only on what is "happening". Short lasting and ever unpredictable. What if bad times come? What if you ran out of money? Will you also ran out of friends? That is happiness. Short and concise, often times leads to an empty chair.
It is sad, but life is really like this sometimes. One moment in your life many people are coming, riding along with you, party, fun, and good times seems to be never ending. Then one morning you wake up alone, hanging, and everybody's gone, even those we thought who would stay seem to be the first ones who went away after the good times are over.
You made people happy - that's the word, "happy", happiness depends only on what is "happening". Short lasting and ever unpredictable. What if bad times come? What if you ran out of money? Will you also ran out of friends? That is happiness. Short and concise, often times leads to an empty chair.
7 Days Before Christmas
December 16, 2011 seven days before Christmas. Iligan City was visited by typhoon Sendong, it left with thousands dead behind. The youngest reported was 6 months old baby. Maybe we will be celebrating a not-so-merry Christmas anymore. The horror of the event still clings to these old eyes staring back at the inexperienced lens of my digital camera.
He is sitting on a sack filled with clothes, his feet were stained with flood mud. The scars of the event made this old body weaker and more fragile. He may have survived the onslaught of the flood, but his soul will never be the same again. Some parts of his life will forever be gone, parts that the flood took away. And some parts will forever be with him, the scars of the flood.
1:30 am, I was sound asleep... I did not know that others are struggling for their lives including some of the people that I know. My father received a text message from my cousin the same time, she was asking for help, for someone to rescue them. The message was opened 3:30 am. Her name is among the list of missing people.
The entire city was devastated, families torn, people missing, mud and blood painted the homes 7 days before Christmas.
He is sitting on a sack filled with clothes, his feet were stained with flood mud. The scars of the event made this old body weaker and more fragile. He may have survived the onslaught of the flood, but his soul will never be the same again. Some parts of his life will forever be gone, parts that the flood took away. And some parts will forever be with him, the scars of the flood.
1:30 am, I was sound asleep... I did not know that others are struggling for their lives including some of the people that I know. My father received a text message from my cousin the same time, she was asking for help, for someone to rescue them. The message was opened 3:30 am. Her name is among the list of missing people.
The entire city was devastated, families torn, people missing, mud and blood painted the homes 7 days before Christmas.