06.19.17 | debutante : hazel gwynette

My first fan as a photographer is my family. I like it when they support the remarkable ensemble I do and I like less when they tell me that my shots are so-so (not so good). Who wouldn’t want recognition? And who would want criticism? Nonetheless, as an endeavoring photographer, critique is one factor to become better and compliment is another.

This is my first ever pre-debut coverage. Anyway, she is my niece, my sold out beau. Hahaha.  Having nieces is a good advantage as I can always cover their special events for my portfolio. Of course, they would love to do that for their  Facebook profile picture or a post for their Instagram accounts. I covered one of her pre-debut pictorial 2 years ago. She prefers my service above all other great photographers. Not because I am better than those photographers out there, it’s simply because, she is more relaxed and comfortable posing in front of me and my camera. I implied her (and my sister – her mom) to get another photographers for her pre-debut and her party itself. Why not me? I promised I would do her make up on her debut (yes she prefers my make up on top of professional ones. talk about loyalty? hahaha) and I can’t do both. Moreover, I don’t do videos, so it’s best to have other photographers do the videos. Since it’s rare nowadays to get a video service alone as it always comes with photos, so they hired them for both.

I still accompanied her (and her mom) during the shoot with the hired photographers in Ecopark, Quezon City, so I still get some shots of her. Though she still wants me to take another pre-debut shoot for her afterwards. Spoiled niece huh? So we went all the way to Pangasinan (our hometown) where her lolo (my father) made her a swing just for the photoshoot and to Baguio where we have to brave the cold weather and the rain.

It’s fun taking photos under the pouring rain not to mention defying the brisk weather.

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06.14.17 | john-hazel

It took me a while to blog about photography and I seem to have second thoughts posting one (again) after dipping through beautiful pictures taken by great photographers I’ve seen online. I felt half-baked and thought that these pictures I took cannot even amount to anything. But I guess, it’s something I can acknowledge myself for a job well done for passionate beginner like me.

This is the first prenup shoot I officially took. I was endorsed by a church mate to these couple – John & Hazel while checking on some photographers to cover their wedding. They’ve seen some of the shots I took on one event at Victory Church in Pasig which made them decide to hire me. Apart from the matter that they have hampered cost on images for their wedding I assured to give their prenup for free since I will be covering their wedding.

The couple were very collective during the pictorial so it was effortless for me to direct them on poses I want for their photos. You may have noticed the kid on some of their photos – he is their son. It’s a prenup shoot and family portrait at the same time. They’re such an adorable family I can’t help but snap my camera.

Here are some of their best shots.

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06.05.17 | amazing grace

I have listened to and sung this song countless times but I was so captivated with it once again when I heard it sang by Yoona (SNSD) in the K2 Korean drama series I finished watching months ago.

I don’t know,  but, there is something in the way she sang the song that dispensed me goosebumps. It was so solemn that I couldn’t help but be in tears. The accompaniment of the piano and the choir perfectly played along with Yoona’s voice and depiction of the song. It pierce through the heart. It was like paddling on a sea of solitude leading you to the reason why the song is created in the first place.

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my Shield and Portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.

05.22.17 | kumusta : a big word

It’s been months when I last showed up in the church, Victory-Pasig. I have been there on Sundays consistently since 14th of May. Half of me thought my presence would be less noticeable if I would be seated at the back (I usually sit 2nd-3rd row from the stage) and half of me expects few people would notice once my being is remarked.

So people greeted me with “Hello! you’re back!” (Have I been gone that long?) Oh yes, I’m back, finally! “How are you? What is up to you nowadays?” (Hmmm. Busy at work? Busy taking care of stuffs and all?) Oh well, I’ve been hustling with overtimes at work. You know, kinda stuff to earn more – if not to perform. “I miss you! What happened to you?” (Oh, I’ve been up and about from here to there, I guess.) Oh, Same here! I miss this integral thing, these people and the whole family!

And yesterday was the classic I genuinely missed. I jostled into my former mentor while fixing my hair in the rest room. She still mentors me when necessary. She is a pastor’s wife. I’ve been mentored by three pastor’s wife already. Yes. That is so true.  “Miss Lorie! You’ve been in my mind for two weeks now. KUMUSTA? (how are you?)”. I didn’t know what to answer, I shrieked it off with a phony smile hoping she won’t read my mind through my eyes and said “I’m perfectly fine!” What a foolproof line to use this time. I got a bit scared Miss Maru read me between those lines. I tried to shun eye contact ‘cause I know in my heart, she’ll certainly figure out something that needs to be dealt with when I do. I was anxious I would have to sit with her for about half an hour if not a couple for that matter.

That word “kumusta” means a lot to us. Singles, in particular. It may mean, we have something to confide – good thing, bad thing. This word daunts me most of the time. It’s weird, right? When I was young, I thought the word “kumusta” is just a word to disguise disinterest or to kickoff a conversation. But I was deluded. It’s a big word. If you ask “Kumusta”, you have to be ready to give an ear and extra time (as in ample time), not to mention wisdom to advise (should this be solicited). However, if you were asked, be primed to open your heart to a possibility of console or impediment.

It’s been years since I heard that magic word “Kumusta?” It’s something singles (I, in particular) love to hear because it’s an indication that someone would hear our deep thoughts that bothers us or a joy that can’t sit around to be shared. Nonetheless, it is likewise something we dread to hear ‘cause we know we can’t suppress anything, that we will be caught anytime soon. Talk about discernment.

Now, this gave me a thought overnight. I get to check myself again.

How am I really doing? Self-check mode ON. I don’t routinely go over many questions when this mode is on. “How is your heart?”. It’s the only question I need to ask myself. Why? Whatever it is,  will always boil down to the bottom line – my Heart.

A simple word that could mean a big thing.

04.23.17 | day 5 : kamsahamnida

A Grateful Sunday.

I said thank you that I get a wake up call from my family this Sunday and was reminded to greet my youngest sister (who lives abroad) a “happy birthday” through messenger.

I said thank you that I was able to go to church.

I said thank you that old friends were excited to see me again.

I said thank you that I get to meet an old friend’s newborn baby for the first time and carried her in my arm.

I said thank you that I get to meet a beachfriend’s first baby and stared at his beautiful face.

I said thank you that I had picture with the bride-to-be beachfriend with the future bridesmaids (we missed my sister, Sasha, this time).

I said thank you that I was able to stop myself over spending.

I said thank you that I had a great Sunday.

04.22.17 | day 4 : salamat

Day four.

And I seem to be hustling to find something to be thankful for. I guess I begin to be less mindful of the vastness of God’s blessings because of cares of the world. You see, when I start to look at what the world worry so much – chaos in the country, technology, fashion, famous and what not – I start to take another road and fail to remember the goodness of God.

But still, I found something to be thankful for though the world tried to snatch my attention to this goal – Being Thankful.

And so…

I said thank you that I was able to finish all my events (at work) though I have to stay longer than usual in the office.

I said thank you that I was able to do my “to-do-list” for the day – print the pix for the wedding of Francis & Lilibeth and framed it as my gift to them.

I said thank you that I had a great breakfast that I have been craving for weeks now – Seattle’s Best.

I said thank you that I get to sleep a lot on my rest day.

04.21.17 | day 3 : thank you

I was a bit down today, but still, I was able to be grateful for some little things.

I said thank you when it only drizzled while on my way to work.

I said thank you that I was able to catch up on the shuttle to get to work before my shift starts.

Day three and counting. And it seems that being thankful is slowly falling off oddly when you had lousy day. But still, forcing myself to be thankful regardless is something to live on so it won’t be hard to have a grateful heart in good times or in bad times.