On a trip to Quiapo one gray afternoon, I decided to tote my camera around, regardless of how dangerous that actually was. I wanted to be able to take a photo just in case something caught my attention. I just prayed of course this desire was not gonna cost me thousands of pesos (as is the cost of a camera) along with the loss of pride and dignity.
I took a tricycle to the other village gate, the one in what is now known as Felix Avenue though more popularly still known as Imelda Avenue. Actually, I just like going there so I can catch a glimpse of those really cute Mini Coopers they are restoring in a little shop from across the gate. I took a jeep to Cubao that was half-empty.
I surveyed my fellow passengers for possible suspicious activity before I took the camera out. Someone snatching it or pointing a knife at me is the last on my mind.
Had to wait for stops to get these shots.
Those shots were the only ones I managed to take. So afraid was I to take my camera out in the crowded little streets and plaza of Quiapo. I could have if I were not alone. Maybe some other time. There will be plenty of other times.
