Photographing Chicago

I haven’t been to the U.S.A. But if I’d be given a chance, I’d like to capture images in Chicago.

Image source: Gusilu

Chicago is one of the most interesting cities on the planet. It occupies a unique position, both historically and geographically, and to the attentive photographer it radiates great picture opportunities from every angle.

Chicago is a sprawling, flat city by a large, calm lake. It is cloudy and cold in the winter and broiling hot in the summer. By virtue of its tremendous architectural history and the low, muddy terrain Chicago is one of the most purely “city” of the world’s great cities. Nature gives it no hills to distract or broad horizons to grant perspective. Everything visible in Chicago is there because mankind put it there. The architecture is stark, stunning, and devoted to the beauty of infinite line. Skyscraper photography has a jagged, forceful quality, as if the buildings emulated the rough crags of a man-made mountain range. Areas like Streeterville and the Miracle Mile are especially good for capturing the magnificent stony surface of Chicago, and the University of Chicago down in Hyde Park also has some truly remarkable architecture. If you want to show more of the recreational and historical side of the city, then Grant Park and Lincoln Park have what you need. If you’re looking for budget accommodation close to these locations then check out HostelBookers.com.

Image source Nathan Hale Statue: –mike–

Consider the time of day carefully when photographing the Windy City. Terrain as flat as this loans itself to some truly spectacular sunsets, and the canyons of downtown catch the light in such a variety of unexpected ways. The low western light of an autumn evening bathes the town in a rich golden glow. The hour immediately before sunset and the one right after sunrise are called the “magic hours” for good reason, and Chicago sunsets tend to be a little bit more magical than usual.

The time of year can be nearly as important as the time of day. The city reveals itself to the camera’s eye in different ways in different seasons. In the winter the light is pearly and translucent. Any photographer who can brave the Chicago winter will be rewarded with evocative scenes of austerity and desolation. The summer is barely better than the winter, because the heat and the humidity are only slightly less punishing than the frigid cold. Spring and fall are the perfect times for people watching. If you want to take pictures of Chicago citizens out and about, then the late summer and early autumn are the right time. The moment when the plants are budding and the city begins to emerge from its hibernation is the best time to capture the vibrancy and resilience of Chicago life.

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It should be noted that modern, computer savvy photographers have different needs from those who use traditional methods to fill the frame. If you are the sort of photographer who considers taking the shot to be the beginning of the picture instead of the end, then winter in Chicago holds some special delights for you. The directionless light of the end of the year combines with the skeletal foliage and cold, empty streets to create a particularly ideal opportunity for those who enjoy using image editing software to create digital masterpieces.

No matter what your particular shooting style might be, Chicago will give you plenty to work with. America’s “Second City” is notable for its architecture and thriving culture, and the serious photographer will find an endless supply of interesting subjects for the camera’s eye. Come to Chicago and take a photographic journey today.

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The Journey to the Real Paradise: A tribute to Papa and his travels

The journey does not end here on Earth. But what’s left behind are memories worth cherishing and remembering forever. 

Dear Papa,

What’s paradise like? Is it a garden of tulips surrounding a serene river with trees giving shade? Where honeybees hop from one flower to another? Where butterflies dance? Where birds sing? Where you can just lie down on a green grass and stare at the clouds forming different characters in the blue sky?

I can only guess. Everything is in harmony. And just like in the movie, the Lion King, Timon and Pumba sing “Hakuna Matata” (a problem-free world).

Everyday must be a vacation for you now. Ang saya di ba? No more stress in life. I know you’ve been longing to rest but it was so soon. God has given you the rest that you’ve wanted.

I would surely miss the travels that we’ve shared together. I would miss how you and Mama became my travel buddies in Coron, Leyte, Dumaguete, and in Vietnam.

I can still vividly remember our Coron adventures in 2010. On our first day in Coron, you were nervous on our way to Malcapuya Island. You told me, “Anak, anu ba itong mga adventure mo? Pang-survivor!” I know Pa that you’re afraid of the waves but I was glad that I was able to share with you the beauty of Malcapuya Island. I learned that we can’t reach our destination unless we surpass the challenges of the sea. And we did surpass it.

When we made it to Kayangan Lake, I remember how you shouted, “I survived Coron!” You were so happy that you were able to climb to the top and swim in the crystal clear waters of Kayangan Lake.

In Leyte, you carried my backpack and endured a three-hour public van ride from Bato, Southern Leyte to Tacloban City. We shouldn’t have left Southern Leyte yet but I insisted in going to Tacloban just to see the San Juanico Bridge in the morning. Opo, ang tigas ng ulo ko at gusto kong umalis mag-isa at gumawa ng sarili kong lakad. But you won’t let me travel alone. You always want to make sure that I’m safe and so you accompanied me.

The same thing happened when we went to Dumaguete. Casaroro Falls was not included in the group itinerary. But here comes my thirst for exploring new destinations out of the ordinary path. I again asked your permission that I’ll go on my own to get to Casaroro in Valencia. But still, you won’t allow me to be on my own. You accompanied me and even rode a habal-habal. It was not easy for you since the road was not paved and yet you endured it for me.

Our Vietnam trip was our first international trip together with Mama. I was happy that I was able to share the Mekong Delta experience with you and Mama. We also satisfied our taste buds at Quan An Ngon, where we had this group picture together.

Now, I realize why you won’t allow me to travel alone and insisted that you go with me. It’s your way of spending time with me because you only have a short time left on Earth.

God has blessed you in the last few years of your life. Pa, daig mo na ako kasi halos nalibot mo na ang buong mundo. It’s my dream to travel around the world. You did it! Your travels reminded me that nothing is impossible. Dreams do come true and I’ll realize my dream too when the right time comes.

I can still remember how enthusiastic you were on your first out of the country trip in Hong Kong. You happily shared your Disneyland adventure and hoped that we traveled together as a whole family.

Then you went to Bangkok, visited temples and tasted pad thai and tom yum.

After Asia, you conquered Europe in 2010 and 2011. You went to see the prehistoric monument, Stonehenge in Wiltshire. You had your share of adventure when you needed to extend your trip in London due to the volcanic eruption of Eyjafjallajökull in Iceland. Hence, you can’t fly out of London to return to the Philippines.

During that time, a Filipina and her toddler son, Yasin welcomed you and Mama in their home in London. It became your temporary shelter while you waited for the skies to be cleared. This showed that a crisis can bring out the good in people.

The following year, you witnessed a victory party in the streets of Finland when the Suomi Hockey team won the world championship.

Together with Mama, you were able to cross the Baltic Sea to reach Sweden. You liked Sweden better than Finland because the cold weather in Finland got you coughing.

From Sweden, you flew to Milan where you met Tita Tale. You were able to feed pigeons like that of Piolo and Claudine in the movie Milan.

Then you took the Eurorail to get to Venice. Nakakainggit. I want to experience that kind of ride in a bullet train.

Para kayong honeymooners ni Mama in Venice while riding a gondola and eating gelato.

From Venice, you proceeded to Rome and visited the Sistine Chapel and the St. Peter’s Basilica. You heard mass celebrated by the Pope. It seemed surreal but everything was real for you and Mama.

Among your European trips, you told me that you liked Prague the most. It’s where you saw the Kutna Hora Bone Church.

It’s where you experienced a rolling tour and hopped from one bus to another. You even chased a bus because you forgot the time and wandered leisurely. Then you learned that a store in Prague has the same name as yours.

During Valentine’s of 2012, you and Mama were like Rose and Jack of Titanic as you boarded the Royal Caribbean Cruise ship and sailed in the waters of Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand.

And in May 2012, you finally reached your dream destination, the Holy Land Jerusalem. You and Mama were fulfilled to have seen what you read in the Bible.

Mahaba man ang mga lakaran but you endured the exhausting side of travel. You swam in the Dead Sea and didn’t mind getting soaked in mud. In Jordan, you visited Petra and the Wadi Rum Desert. Along with Tito Varoy and Tito David, you had head scarfs like that of bedouins.

You even dared cross the border to Egypt even if there’s an unrest. Still, you enjoyed riding a camel, seeing a pyramid and dressing up like a pharaoah.

I was surprised when I saw your picture taken inside a pyramid.

God has been great and showered you with so many blessings. Within the last three years, you’ve been to the places that I dreamt of exploring.

It was your time to enjoy and cherish the wonders of the world. I’m grateful to the Lord for the experiences that you and Mama shared together.

Pa, we’re blessed to have you as our father. Your journey does not end there. You’re on your way to the real paradise where everything is free. It’s where only happiness resides.

You may not be physically with us anymore but in spirit, you will still be our travel buddy. You will still be there for us. You have given meaning to what I always say: Live Life to the fullest.

Indeed, what matters most in life is how you lived it. And you have lived your life well.

Thank you Papa. Thank you for the love and for the lessons that you taught us.

Huling Gimik with Papa at Lake Pandin

May you find peace and eternal happiness in the real paradise in Heaven.

Till we meet again. We love you.

Your travelholic daughter,

Trip@dora 

Vietnam Rose Series: Discovering the locals’ lives in Cai Rang

As much as my body wanted to stay warm in bed, I forced myself to get up to capture the sunrise in the Cai Rang River.

But more than the sunrise what caught my attention the most were the locals walking and biking on the rocky and rough road outside Minh’s home.

It was a Saturday and yet, kids were going to school in bikes. Minh offered to show me the local market and the school. Both were just a few meters away from their home.

He pointed the bike which I can use but then I hesitated. It’s been decades since I rode a bike. My fear of falling and getting bruised prevented me from riding the bike. I politely declined. He then hopped on his motorbike and offered the ride.

I felt so lucky to be guided by a local of Cai Rang. About 10 minutes away from his home, I saw how the Vietnamese in Cai Rang spent their Saturday.

Kids clad in their uniform and slippers were running and roaming around their school. It did not look like a regular school day but more of a clean-up day.

After a few minutes, my feet brought me out of the school and into the local market. I started shooting and noticed the exotic goods that they were selling. One lady was selling a slimy gliding creature, which looked like a snake but later on, Minh told me that they were eels.

The Public Market of Cai Rang was no stranger to floods like what some places in the Philippines experience.

There were so many stories in the local market. It gave me a preview of the locals’ lives. Indeed, I was enjoying every moment of it.

Minh introduced his friend who has a cute chubby baby named Thiem but his nickname was Schumong because he’s big and heavy. They allowed me to hold the baby and have my photo taken with him.

I checked my watch. It’s time to return to his house for breakfast. My parents and I said our farewells to Minh’s family aboard their motor boat and off we go to the boat station in Can Tho City.

The Vietnam Rose Series: Homestay with Minh Viet’s family

Hundreds of motorcycles driving around the rotonda welcomed us as the bus finally arrived in Can Tho City.

While most of our companions chose to stay at a two-star hotel, we deviated from the majority’s choice. I persuaded my parents that we should stay at a Vietnamese Homestay to get a different experience. My persuasion worked.

The vehicle parked in front of the two-star shabby hotel. A young man in his 20s approached us and introduced himself as Minh. He’s the owner of the homestay, where we’ll be spending the night.

My parents were surprised that we’re riding motorcycles on the way to Minh’s homestay. I just smiled at their worried faces. I hopped on the motorcycle and couldn’t hide my smile riding alongside hundreds of motorcycles in Can Tho City.

From the city, it took us 25 minutes before we arrived at Minh’s home beside the river. Though Minh knows a little English, he tried his best to talk with us. He said that he’s a tourism student and would want to be a tour guide when he finishes college.

I’ve researched and seen good reviews in TripAdvisor’s specialty lodging for the Mekong Delta. It was also recommended by fellow PTB member, the Solitary Wanderer Aleah who stayed there as well.

Minh showed us our room made of thatched nipa. It has two double beds, an electric fan, and a toilet of its own. And yes, they have mosquito nets. As simple as it was, the room was homey.

I checked the toilet. It was clean and decent enough.

There is also an outlet for charging phones and cameras.

I dropped my bag and wandered outside. A young girl at the veranda smiled at me. I asked her name. She replied with all her best in English, “My name is Nghâ.”

I didn’t understand the name. She repeated it and I followed her until I pronounced it right. Her mother, the housekeeper laughed as I tried to chat with her but the conversation didn’t push through as she couldn’t understand my English anymore.

As expected, they have hammocks at the veranda. I rested in one of them. It was relaxing. Minutes later, another woman came. She introduced herself as Minh’s mother. She then told us that dinner would be served at 7pm.

She was also having difficulty to converse in English. But she used the universal language, SMILE, to communicate with us. She used hand gestures to convey that we Filipinos looked like Vietnamese too. The only English words that she uttered, “Same Same.” (And then she smiled).

It felt great to chat with locals like them who tried their best to mingle with us despite language barrier.

It was a family affair as Minh’s brother set up the table and served the meals.

We called it a day after feasting over spring rolls, sweet and sour red fish, fried noodles, fried little shrimps (okoy), and vegetable soup.

The home-cooked food prepared by Minh’s family was one of the best Vietnamese food that I’ve tasted.

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The Vietnam Rose Series: Of coffee and hammocks

What do coffee and hammocks have in common? I found the answer to this question after we left Ben Tre en route to the biggest city in the Mekong Delta, Can Tho City. It would be a three-hour roadtrip. While others were asleep, I killed boredom through “people-watching.”

I peeked through the window of the coaster bus and let my eyes wander as street scenes unfold before me.  Vietnamese love to take a rest at the hammocks after a good sip of coffee. Almost every cà phê (coffee shop) store that we passed by has hammocks, where people take a break and converse with their fellows.

The vehicle halted when the Israeli woman requested our tour guide, Anh for a toilet break. At last, I can stretch my legs and arms. Long rides can really be tiring even if you’re just seated. Anh said that we’re already in Cai Be, which is just an hour away from Can Tho City.

The stop-over was not at a gas station/convenience store but at a home-based coffee shop, which resembled our local carinderia in the Philippines.

Papa ordered cà phê (brewed coffee) while I ordered cà phê s?a nóng (brewed coffee with milk). It was interesting that they use filter for the coffee.  It was more like an espresso considering the serving size. The taste was indeed strong.

When everyone was finished with the toilet break, we returned to the coaster bus to continue our journey to Can Tho City, where we will be spending the night.

I looked again at the window and realized the importance of coffee and hammock in the culture of the Vietnamese. After a long day of hard work in their farm lands, they take a break and socialize. Coffee and hammock meant socialization and relaxation. These answered my question.