Title: Natural Habitat
The place I was born, and still the place I desperately explore. It’s the city of which life takes its form, from the best to worst, the busiest to the most secretive, it never disappoints. Such urban habitat is always at the mercy of time. Everyone is always on the move, on the run to make ends meet. Only when you stop, wait, isolate oneself on that very moment, then you’ll appreciate the city’s life and blood. The daily journey: mornings at the apartment; monthly shopping at Divisoria; serenity by the river at Hospicio de San Jose; nightly ride to Bacood, all of which had been more than just a moment, but an experience.
[my entry at http://whilstwewait.tumblr.com/ photo and letter exhibit last Dec 10 2011]













