A Call for Participants: December 8-9 2012
“UNSEEN but CAPTURED”
A street photography workshop by Luis Liwanag
Learn the rudiments of street photography from the works of the Classic Photographers
Master the techniques of being raw, fearless but unseen.
Sharpen your eye for spotting and capturing significant and unique moments and stories amidst the chaos of the city.
Get introduced to visual literacy and improve your cognitive visual skills for iconic imagery.
Be an early bird registrant and get entitled to a one-day Black and White shootout and film processing workshop in January 2013, FREE!
For Registration Inquiries, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org or text and call me at +63919485287o and (632) 411-4666
For Neil Young, the Sixties never ended. The music, memories and changes haunt his best songs and records like bittersweet perfume: vital, endlessly renewing inspirations that are also constant, enraging reminders of promises broken and ideals betrayed. In “Twisted Road,” one of eight new songs sprawled across this turbulent two-CD set, Young recalls, in a brilliantly mixed metaphor, the first time he heard Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone”: “Poetry rolling offhis tongue/Like Hank Williams chewing bubble gum.” And Young tells you what he did with the impact. “I felt that magic and took it home/Gave it a twist and made it mine,” he sings over Crazy Horse’s rough-country swagger, as if the marvel of that time and his dreams are still close enough to touch.
This time machine bring you back into Neil’s mind/road trip into 60’s Americana…and back before you know it. Some of the kaleidoscopic imagery remind’s me of the 90’s when I almost worked at the Berkeley System’s screensaver company doing the famous flying toasters….
Quite an impressive evolution of the Go Pro
In the Philippines, gold deposits are can be found in many areas. Smallscale gold mining is thus widespread, employing perhaps as many a 500,000 people across the country. There are essentially two types of small-scale mining in the Philippines: “indigenous”, which is carried out by communities or tribes for collective benefit and somewhat self-regulated by social norms and ritual, and “gold rush mining” which attracts poor migrants an others who work a site until it is considered empty and then move on. Most child labour is found in the latter. Children working in small-scale mines generally work alongside older family members in different steps of the processing and provide support services. The typical child gold miner is a boy between the ages of 15 – 17 years old who is a school dropout and who contributes about 30 per cent of the overall family income. Girls are sometimes involved, particularly in panning, but generally are exploited in other ways – by having to forego education to look after younger siblings are perform household chores, or worse by getting pulled into prostitution or domestic labour for third parties.
In the Philippines, children participate in a particularly dangerous gold mining practice called compressor mining. Here child miners dive into and open, muddy well perhaps two metres wide and up to seven metres deep. They extract soil in a murky environment with zero visibility wearing crude eye masks and breathing oxygen from a tube with the help of a compressor. The miner works in a squatting position, anchoring himself with elbows or knees pressed against the walls while shovelling mud into sacks. He usually stays down anywhere from three to five hours before taking a break.
“Paracale is a gold-rich municipality, 27km northwest of the provincial capital of Camarines Norte. In Paracale, compressor miners usually operated through offshore makeshift mining houses. The provincial government in January of this year allegedly cancelled the permits of all small-scale mining operations in Camarines Norte, one of the areas in the country that have sizeable minerals, especially gold deposits.”
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When i saw this scene while i was walking to the market yesterday, my thoughts hurled me back to a decorative plate that seemed to be hanging in our small wooden house of my childhood. The words stuck to me forever since my dad made it a point to hide our house key under that small ceramic plate.