We’re back to normal. Yes, indeed. And it’s not good. No, it never was.
Everybody has been hoping that after what we’ve been through, things would get better. We have been looking forward to hear the drumbeats fill the streets with energy, with rhythm, with life. This would be our celebration of life.
But the spat between our city and provincial governments has been on an endless rerun, the actors reading from the same script that should have already been washed out by the deluge. Both parties have their own parades and their own reasons, and none of them is giving way. No street parade for one party, and I wasn’t keen on watching the other. This is an epic story but I don’t have a lifetime to spare on the details and it’s all irrelevant now that it is past. We’ll see what happens next year, if it will still be another political grandstand.
This is what it is like to come up short – 18mm from more than 10 meters away. No close up festival photos unless there will be a street parade next year or until I get another piece of glass. I’ll worry about it when the time comes.
There’s always something more interesting than taking canned shots of dancers on stage, and that is candids under the bleachers, away from the heavy downpour. But that’s only me.
Now if only our politicians will grow up and learn from these kids…
The procession of the devotees of the Patron Saint, Señor Santo Niño on Monday afternoon after a fluvial procession. I do hope that there are prayers offered for the enlightenment of our leaders.