Photo-walk - Rediscovering a passion

THE Worldwide Photowalk launched by no less than world renowned philanthropist-photojournalist Scott Kelby that was organized here in Davao by Migs Lisbona was certainly a very welcome respite for an enthusiast like me and some others who came to join the exercise.

Though I have been a photo freak all my life, bringing along my handy “point-and-shoot” digicam wherever I go, I realized during the process that I have not explored enough after all.

There are just so much to “shoot at,” yet, I just have so little time, I guess. And so there I went, together with the big boys tagging along their big cameras, while I romped off alone but later with another young girl-enthusiast, a little shy and “insecure” about my little camera.

It was indeed something different, as it dawned on me that I’ve been remiss with my interests. I am letting things get between me and my real self, allowing forgetfulness to set in on me, dousing the fire of youth in my veins, deadening a passion...

I have always wanted to let my mind wander through the busy streets, no matter if so many distractions get in the way. The photo-walk showed me the excitement of discovering that there are a host of “realities” out there waiting to be found, muted messages in symbols, pictures that could not be still.

That old house in my youth that we used to pass by along Rizal street and which I have always thought to be haunted, is after all a beautiful place inside and out, and is now being used for fine-dining. How I wish I could bring my loved ones there someday to experience how it is to be treated to a sumptuous and totally different dining experience.

Before that however, the group trooped to People’s Park early on October 13 and witnessed how different kinds of people are trying to survive themselves, wanting to be fit in a world where “carbs invades curbs.”

It was my first glimpse at this seemingly futile exercise of curbing fats, because I often thought that people need to have discipline first before any should attempt should be made in hitting the streets or the gym. But the Rizal Park was filled with hopefuls that day, and some looked like the exercises have become a daily habit.

For me, these things are a rediscovery. It was enjoyable, to say the least.