any given sundae
I’ve driven 21 kilometers last Sunday to Sta. Fe, hoping to photograph a furniture repair shop along the highway. It was way past sunrise, and the shop is on the wrong side of the street, covered in shadows. Next time perhaps.
That is the problem when I’m driving. There are way too many photos that have not been taken. I take mental notes of the scenes along the way, but it’s never the same scene on the way back. Most of the time I miss the spot entirely. The view going is never the same as the view coming. So I slowed down on the way back and saw this trike on the side street. I parked my car safely on the road shoulder, crossed the street and this is what I got. 42 kilometers and this is all I had to show. Little did I know that this first scene will unconsciously dictate the rest of the photos for the day. Dirty ice cream is what this is called, but it’s not necessarily dirty. A cone was 50cents each when I was in elementary school, and were 5x bigger than what these kids are getting nowadays. Now it’s P3.00 each. I wonder why it’s called inflation when everybody knows that the size of cones have deflated. Wasteful plastic cups. On a business standpoint, it’s more cost effective than cones which become soft and soggy by the end of the day. It doesn’t take much to make children smile. Ice cream, banana-on-a-stick, or halo-halo. Surprisingly, I was back in Anibong. I could spend a few more weekends there. I saw the little girl who was with her father fixing his bike (from the previous post) at the house next door. I was on the same spot as last weekend, and I didn’t even realize it. It’s been said that the photos we take are reflections of our emotions. I cannot agree more. It’s been a scorching hot day and I wanted something to cool off.