the salt of the earth
There’s no need to wake up early on a Sunday morning. I would have really wanted to spend an extra half hour in bed, and miss this entirely. NOT! Somehow it’s really amusing (or irritating when viewed from my boss’ perspective; my wife, that is) that I wake up the earliest on Sunday mornings when there’s no work, and sleep until the last second I can afford the rest of the work week.
These musicians stuck out like a sore thumb and caught my attention while I was driving down the highway because they were strumming way too fast and out of sync with Adele’s “Chasing Pavement” playing on my car stereo.
They come from Ormoc City and are in the town of Palo probably to perform during the town’s feast day celebration. They were playing beautiful folk music and I thought about recording their music on my phone to share with you. Unfortunately, they stopped playing their instruments when somebody started talking to them. Next time perhaps.
This looks like a spare bike in case the engine breaks down. She will definitely need a helmet for that.
This woman was already selling salt at the market decades ago when I was probably still in diapers, and she is still at it. I met her last year and had an interesting conversation with her. She told me about the good old days when her income can afford her to send her children to school.
Today, she asked me why I was interested in photographing her instead of some pretty girls. Well, I thought to myself that pretty girls won’t ever have to worry about not being photographed. There is no shortage of photographers looking out for beautiful faces to show the world, but there are not many people who will tell the world a beautiful story.
I tried playing Adele’s song again while looking at the first photo. Now I’m starting to imagine one of them singing with Adele’s voice. Geez! perish that thought!