The landscape here has changed since I’ve last visited nearly 11 months ago. I remember it was a sunny morning, people were smiling, and all was good. But now things have changed – the sky is gloomy, life isn’t going too well, but people still manage to smile, especially children.
In the coming weeks or months, everybody here will be relocated to a safer place up north. They will surely miss this place, but it’s for the better. Hopefully there will be no more nightmares and panic whenever a storm passes by.
Despite the low pressure and the gloomy skies, they seemed to be in high spirits.
Either his pair of shorts is long or his legs are just short, or maybe it’s both.
He did ask to be photographed, and I obliged. Now if only my photo printer had not drowned, I would have given him a print, and everyone else whom I’ve photographed. It was supposed to be my Christmas project but that didn’t materialize. Perhaps it will happen this coming Christmas. It should.
Weekends are not to be wasted. Taking a break from work is a requirement for a better life.
And at the same time kids have to learn the trade so that they can better appreciate the efforts their parents are making.
This is home to a boat builder, a pedicab driver and a fisherman. In a place like this, they can all be just one person.
This is San Jose, where the waves were as high as the coconut trees and black as night.
Tacloban is still on the drawing board stage. The city’s master plan has just been presented a couple of days ago, but the details are still to be formulated and the donors’ pledges have yet to be funded. We have a very long way to go.