Shed

In my own words
I.
Take shelter;
not to flee.
To breathe
with ease, instead.
And tolerate life.

And in the name
of tolerance
I scribble
and pause only
to let the air in.

In these words;
in this room
I savor
the fleeting calmness.
Why I wrote tem,
I can not divulge.


Jay Protacio Mendoza
(1978-       )

Murmurs in Deep Sleep

The fabric of discontent
has faded
down to
its
last
thread

Woven now
is the hunger..
the spools that were once
cravings
has grown
insatiable

Tracing back
what you
once
ignored...
they are now
our blistered thoughts

And in the depths
of our slumber
you speak...

Yet I could not speak back

The flooor
remains open...














Jay Protacio Mendoza
(1978 -   )

Scott Kelby's World Wide Photo Walk 2013

I was able to join this year's World Wide Photo Walk.

These photos were taken early this morning.

I'm no expert but I love street photography.

So here's my take on this morning's Street Photography:

 

"NO LEFT TURN"

 "PLAY TIME"

 "BETTER NOT POUT"

 "COLORS"

 "KAMOT ULO"

 "LOOKING UP"

 "MANG ROMY"

 "MIDDLE AGING IN THE MORNING"

 "MR. PISCES UP CLOSE"

 "THEY CALL HIM MR. PISCES"

 "NOSTRILS ARE THE NEW WINDOW TO THE SOUL"

 "REST IF YOU MUST"

 "THE FORLORN LOOK"

 "SHOOTER"

"SING ME A SONG.. A MELODY"

 

 "SMILE WHILE YOU STILL CAN"

 "THAT FAMILIAR STARE"

 "THE OLD LOOK"

 "PANTANGGAL PAGOD"

*All photos are properties of the author.

Day 38

Life budding where pangs of life

had left
long ago.

Some pains stay longer than others.
But not to compare yours from mine.

Never an excuse
only a cry for help
unheard
mocked

An act of
utter disrespect.

The ghosts I had are gone.
The one that haunts me now...
is the one you made.

And if your gift is knowing when you will die... will you use it?

In one of my earlier blog posts (dated July 29, 2009... click here to view the original blog post), I wrote about this man whom, I incidentally found sitting on a curb in front of an old, abandoned building in the city's downtown area. I took his picture that moment and as I was taking his picture, he asked me, "Mapapahamak ba ako sa litrato na yan?" (Will I get in trouble with those pictures?) Then I answered, "Hindi po 'tay, libangan lang 'to" (No, this is just for my hobby)

Then out of no where, he told me, "Kung sabagay, kahit mapahamak ako, ayos lang... Mamamatay na ako eh.. malapit na...." (Well anyway, it doesn't matter if I get into trouble... I'm going to die... very soon...)

After what he said registered in my mind... I felt a surge of coldness inside me... My head went blank and there was an empty and blunt throb in my heart... I walked backwards... slowly... away from him... and rode off in my car... I even forgot to ask his name.. (As I always take my time to talk to people in the streets whom I take pictures of...)

After a week or saw I learned his name from a common acquaintance... His name is Fedencio Aquino... or "Mang Piding" to those who are close to him...

About four days ago, our common acquaintance told me Mang Piding died of a heart attack last September 8, 2009 during the peak of a typhoon.. while the streets where flooded...

His name: Fedencio Aquino... a brother, a father, a grandfather, a friend to many, and a husband... He always had this peculiar grin in his face and he was always happy... and most of all he had this gift of knowing when he will die...

To view and read the July 29, 2009 post, please click here

Rainy Day Blues

It's been raining for a week now. Business is definitely slow. I can't go out to shoot the streets. So I decided to play around with Photoshop CS3 and a few old photos I have stashed in my hard drive. I came up with this:




I titled this post-processed photo "And Suffer As I Have" for no reason.

Well, post processing stock photos is a fun way for a Street Photography addict to let the rainy days pass...

Para sa Huling Pag Lubog ng Araw

At natapos na
ang hindi pa nasimulan.
Huling sulyap sa mga
anino
na muli't muli'y tatawid
sa atin.

Bagamat ang bukas ay ganito
pa rin ang dadatnan natin.
Mahalaga ay nandito ako
sa kanyang pagpanaw.

Ngayon ko sya nakuha,
sa panulukan ng kanyang ganda...
dahil hindi na kami
magkakilala bukas.

O dili kaya'y...
Hindi sya magpakita sa atin.



(I guess this is my ode to the sun... the only light bringer from the east... I've always had this idea that the sun we see each day is a different one... and we are strangers to each sun that rises... or perhaps a day will come when it will cease to rise... so each sunset could be our last...)
Larawan at Salita: Jay Protacio Mendoza


Lugar: Mangrove Trail, Subic Bay Freeport Zone

MAMAMATAY NA AKO, MALAPIT NA...

After taking my son to school the other day, I drove around the city's main metro area for 10 minutes. I saw this old man sitting on a curve, in front of an old abandoned building. I parked on the side of the road to take his picture and as i did, he asked me, "Mapapahamak ba ako dahil sa litrato na yan?" Then I answered, "Hindi po 'tay, libangan ko lang po ito."

Then while I was already taking his pictures, he said to me, "Kung sabagay, kahit mapahamak ako, ayos lang... mamamatay na rin naman ako... malapit na...."

It took a while before his words sank in and when it did, I felt a blank and blunt throb in my heart... I guess I was shocked with waht he said... I walked slowly away from him and rode my car... I even forgot to ask his name.

Maybe I'll see him again... and ask him what his name is... maybe...

Loosing sight of things

In the blur you seek,
is a recollection.
Your eyes have shut
yet you find them all in your heart.
And we have less to flaunt
than you.

You have seen more
than we
and in our life time...
we remain blind...

Your sight has ceased
because you have seen
it all.




Photo by: Jay Protacio M.
Location: West Bajac Bajac Market, Olongapo City