One Summer Day.

These are from my archive. It was a hot day during summer of 2009 and my then one-year-old nephew was having fun enjoying the water and soaking in the washbasin. He just can’t get enough of the water that when …

A Sleeping Child.

A sleeping child, so peaceful and serene… unperturbed by the outside world, somewhat sensing she’s still in her mother’s womb. Those tiny little feet… the delicate fingers, closing and opening… with ears open only to silence. The lips, those eyes …

The Neighbor’s Baby.

The summer heat was still like 34˚C at past three on one Holy Week afternoon. Our neighbor’s baby was sitting on her mother’s lap trying to cool it off in front of their house as my two nieces cooled it …

Unspoiled By The Modern Times.

In this fast-paced modern times – where one could easily drown with the rapid flow of modern technology – it is such a delight and very humbling to see people at work with their bare hands in the traditional way. …

Jill: In The Absence of Jack.

Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after. Up in the hill – as years have gone, Jill’s fetching all on her own. …

On the Road to Motherhood.

Come February and this friend of mine, Sarah, will bring to the world the life that has been growing inside her for eight months now. I will always be in awe with these women who choose the road to motherhood. …

Here ’tis.

I’ve been thinking of putting this up for a long time now…

A Spanish poet.

It sometimes put me to sleep while thinking about it…

Sam, my nephew:one early morning.

Now I won’t wait ‘til reason starts to evade me and ask myself why I didn’t do what I ought to do.

Old ladies of Sagada.

The Ifugaos of Banaue.

I believe I can make it happen, so… here ‘tis.