Archive for February, 2011

Philippines Recap – The Food

February 25, 2011

I was originally going to talk about some of the poverty that I saw that was so integrated with life in Manila, but I decided that since I didn’t know enough about what was going on in the country, that I wouldn’t be able to fairly tell that story.  So instead, I decided I’ll do a quick recap of the food.  So here’s my recap:

OMIGOSH IT WAS SOO GOOD!!!!!!

That’s about it in a nutshell. I noticed I’m a lot more adventurous of an eater once I get outside of the US.  I ingested all sorts of stuff that I’m not really sure what it was.  But it was Goooooooood.  The only thing I didn’t like: Fried Sea Urchin.  It’s rubbery on the outside, and lumpy diarea on the inside.  In fact, it made me feel the exact same way the next day.  The joys of travelling abroad are easily overlooked in the moments spent on the toilet after ingesting something that nothing in your being agrees with.

There were 2 other things that I didn’t eat: 1 that I wanted to, 1 that I refused to.  As we were driving, I saw a sign for ‘Day Old Fried Chick’.  I thought to myself, “Why would I want friend chicken that’s been sitting out for a day?” But I was wrong in my thinking, as usual.  It was a baby chick, that hatched a day earlier, then just thrown into a frier.  I won’t lie…that sounded really tasty to me.  On the other hand (and on the other side of the hatching process), there’s balut.  Balut is a fairly known Filipino delicacy, known around the world.  Basically, it’s a fertilized duck egg that has been hard boiled with the baby duck embryo GROWING INSIDE THE SHELL!!!  I have pictures of the dissected hard boiled, but I won’t post them here.  You can look it up online.  It’s sick.  I’ll just say you’d need a toothpick to get all the feathers out of your teeth.

Regardless of the oddities of these foods, I still managed to eat the equivalent of 5 meals a day, just packed into 3 meals a day.  I blame the sea urchin food poisoning, but I actually managed to lose a little weight, not as much as when I travel elsewhere, but I’ll take what I can get (or ditch for that matter).

(Hover over each picture for a little description)

Roasted pig in the open marketFilipino BBQ

Philippines Recap 1

February 18, 2011

Leading up to this trip, I’ve been pretty hands off. I wasn’t planning it, so I didn’t care. I figured that it would be a walk in the park considering all my Africa trips. What I neglected to acknowledge was the fact that just about every aspect of this trip would be different from the rest.  So I just went along thinking I knew what life would be like for the next 2 weeks.

I stood in line in LAX, waiting to board my 15 hour flight to Taipei when a familiarity of international travel hit me. My olfactory sensors were tickled with non American scents. It really excited my fondness of travelling overseas. It was then that my international travel swagger took a step back. These smells were totally different. The people I was with and around were different. The places I was going was different. This was a whole new trip, a totally different experience.  And this trip carried more of a weight on it since I would actually blend in for once, yet I couldn’t speak the language that everyone assumes of me.

(Side story: Everyone at the airline talked to me in Chinese. I tried my best to act like I understood. But alas, more than once I had to speak my ignorance and was given the look of shame and disgust from those from my motherland. Thankfully, I still understand Tagalog (Filipino) so I had that going for me.)

I boarded the plane after the revelation that I’m not in my element at all. I would travel around these next two weeks wide eyed, trying to soak it all in and understand as much as possible. The small memories from my childhood and the overly exaggerated stories from my mother were not enough to truly illustrate the Philippines or the Filipino culture to me.  I would finally be able to see, hear, smell, and taste it for myself after a 24 year hiatus.

And so I boarded the flight, anxiously awaiting my education in 15+ hours on the other side of the world.

(Photos taken with my iPhone 4, using Instagram)

My view from over the Pacific
My view from over the Pacific

Getting docked in the Taipei airportDocking at the Taipei Airport

Gate C3 in Taipei International AirportHello Kitty

I don’t understand the obsession with Hello Kitty in AsiaI just don't understand it...

Finally out of the pink, back in the air for the final leg of the trip

Heading to Manila

Competition Is Not Your Enemy

February 11, 2011

I admit: I am a competitive person. I love sports and games, and I compete (not as well anymore) to win. I like pitting myself and/or my team against another’s. It’s fun. However, when it comes to photography, my photography, the idea of competition becomes silly to me. There are a TON of photographers in my area. Great photographers in a number of fields. Take a look at Lindsey Brittain, Shaun Menary, Austin Mann, Rebecca Lorrine, Brian Braun, Sara & Rocky Garza, Andrew Shepherd, Natalie Montgommery and Lauren Larsen to name a few. I list these photogs, not because I want to name drop, but because they are fantastic photographers in my area that operate in the same fields as me. Do most people consider them my competition? Sure. I’d rather consider them my friends and photographers that I can grow from. If I spend most of my time figuring out what they’re doing so that I can do it better, then I’m wasting my time focusing on everyone else. I would rather sit down with them and talk life and business so that we can both get ideas and be encouraged.

I think the idea that we must compete leaves us alone and isolated. In all aspects of my life, I want to live in community. It is in community that we can grow in positive ways, even when it hurts. That remains true in business. I love Shaun, and Lindsey, and Austin and the rest. I might not necessarily capture life the way they do, and I might not necessarily want to. But just because they’re getting more business than me or I more than them means nothing. We are in this business because we love it and we will strive to be the best we can be and to provide our clients with images that move their hearts. So why should I think that I need to compete with them if the client is getting what they’re wanting and the story is getting told?

The typical answer to that question that most will assume is to make money to pay my bills. Sure, that’s an answer, but if I’m doing my business well and capturing stories well, then the money will come in. My livelihood shouldn’t be predicated on being better than others. My livelihood is made better because of others. They help me grow, they give me ideas, they give me hints, they give me support. And hopefully I do the same for them.

Truly, the only competition in photography is with myself. I must constantly be challenging myself to be better than I was last year, last month, yesterday, and even this morning.  But once I go outside myself to other photographers, it ceases to be a race against them, but a race with them.

Baby Chloe

February 4, 2011

Sweet baby Chloe was born into this world to my good friends, Harold & Shelby as their third baby a few months ago. Not having any children, I figure the third child to be more of a game changer than the second.  A third obviously creates a middle child.  But more than that, two kids means that there’s a potential for each child to take on more strongly the personality of each parent.  In this case, the oldest, a girl, is actually more like dad in that she is more calm, collected, and methodical.  Whereas the second, a rambunctious boy, is more like mom in that he is more scatterbrained, spastic, and quite the fireball.  I say all this in jest to harass their parents, but the general idea seems to be that Chloe is going to be quite the toss up as to who she takes after.  So far she’s just a tiny bundle of sweetness and joy (which makes me think that she wants to be more like me).