Photography…

BEFORE I WENT to try other photography genre, I only know photojournalism. I’m a journalist by profession; naturally, it comes with the trade

A few of the photos I took before when I was still a stringer for Agence France Presse (AFP) were published in known newspapers abroad, and got paid. The payments and the chance to see my photos on the sheets of these newspapers (I was sent copies, of course!) were enough to get me to stay in photojournalism for a good number of years.

My dad, Toying R. Formoso, and I at this restaurant in Sta. Monica. This was the las time we saw him smiling fully like that.

My dad, Toying R. Formoso, and I at this restaurant in Sta. Monica. This was the last time we saw him smiling fully like that. We miss him everyday… a lot!

However, sometime in 2010, after the elections and after we learned that dad has autoimmune hemolytic anemia and eventually, cancer of the lymph nodes, I discovered that there is more to photography than the photojournalism I only know.

Photography, and trying its other genre, gave me the comfort I needed from the worry of my dad’s ailment. Whenever he’s on chemotherapy, I’d explore and explore around the area where his hospital is located, using the DSLR I bought second hand.

That was how it went… that’s how it all started for me. Since then, I have been taking lots and lots of photos… except photos of my dad… because I just could not. Because I always wanted him to stay fresh in my memory… without ailment, and always smiling, always kidding around with us.

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