Personal Project: My Bacolod

My Bacolod

I've realized that this Facebook page of mine contains too much work related photographs and too little of the images that really matter to me. 

I always marketed myself as a commercial photographer, but what most people don't know is that what I am truly passionate about is Bacolod. I am proud to say that I was born in this land of sugarcane, easy smiles and provincial magic. Every chance I get is spent trying to document every little bit of this island that breathes its life into me. 

In this album, I will try to share the shimmering image I have of Bacolod, with you; the viewer, in hopes that it may too kindle your senses and spark that tiny ember of love that one has with a certain place. It is unexplainable, but truly magnificent, just like what Bacolod means to me.

The sugarcane fields of Talisay stretch out, long, uniform and symmetrical. A rich and fertile land.

The sunset at Don Salvador Benedicto truly requires you to take pause for a bit and live solely in the moment.

This land has given forth some of the hardest working people I've known.

A tapasero (cane cutter) makes his way up a truck to unload his bundle of sugarcane stalks.

Magic in every nook and cranny.

Chasing the sunset over a river in Murcia.

Contentment and Solitude.

The sun sets on returning fishermen on the Talisay shoreline.

Faith is strong here.

The Good Friday procession known as Santo Entierro in Silay City
Docked boats and safe harbors.

Sailors repair a fishing boat off the coast of Cadiz City.

A hearthy bowl to feed a passion for feasting.

A big bowl of batchoy soup, ready to be devoured by food crazy Bacolodnons

Farmers rise before the dawn to get an early start on work, but most especially to beat the heat!

Taken along the Bacolod-Airport Acess Road in Talisay.

Carabao, a farmer's best friend.

These beasts of burden still play a central role in farming around Bacolod. Although slow, non-uniform and somewhat temperamental (lol), the carabao has been a reliable, economical and steadfast help to farmers cultivating their fields.

This was taken in a patch of land along the Bacolod-Talisay Highway in 2012. If I am not mistaken, this land is now converted into a banana plantation.

The sun always shines beautifully on Bacolod. 

Here, The Ruins in Talisay City gleam marvelously in the sunlight. It looks to be a beautiful day


Fishermen haul a huge net along a fishpond in Binalbagan, Negros Occidental. They are harvesting prawns, which also contributes to the life blood of Bacolod aside from sugarcane.

A fresh catch of vaname prawns slither, jump and wriggle before being prepared for transport.

Of late, prawn prices have been good. But the market fluctuates often and these prawns are very prone to disease. One disease renders a harvest almost unsellable. This makes prawn farmers literally gamble with a crop every harvest

'Tikarol' or kingfishers as they are called in the local dialect, take a break under the shade of a tree during the mid day lull.

Kingfishers are beautiful birds, but their cries are very shrill and unbecoming of such a vibrant creature.

The colder climes of the mountain beckon as the afternoon sun bores on.

Here's a ground level view of Mt. Kanlaon in the afternoon sunlight. Mt. Kanlaon is Bacolod City's tallest peak and one of the most active volcanoes in the region. We have it to thank for the volcanic and rich soil that Negros is home to.

The sunsets in Don Salvador Benedicto will always be spectacular.

I doubt anyone can recreate this shot. This shot was taken in 2012 at the lookout point in Don Salvador Benedicto before the Mountain View Resort Bar & Restaurant Don Salvador Benedictowas established. This was when the land there was still planted with sugarcane. Now, the cane is gone and all that stands is a resto-bar.

This mini-set is about the twilight, the night, and a sense of easy-going slowness that is unique to Bacolod.

The Ruins at Talisay, sit elegantly in all its spelndor after a short evening rain shower. You can see the silhoette of a bride and her groom as they take a photo near the mansion's entrance.

Children of Brgy. Mambulac in Silay City play amongst the remains of the Old Silay Wharf. The wharf or 'pantalan' as it is called in the local dialect, used to stretch out for kilometers into the sea and was at one point, the longest wharf in Asia. It was destroyed during World War II and all that is left is a memory that stretches out into the horizon.

The bustling, yet languid night life that greets visitors during a town fiesta. Taken in the Silay Public Plaza during the Holy Week processions

The sunsets beckons diners into one of the many 'floating' restaurants situated along the shoreline of the quiet Brgy. Balaring in Silay City.

Sunset in the background and beer in hand, you could not ask for a more perfect way to end the day among friends

Canecutters make ready their fully laden truck for departure as the day draws to an end over one of the many farms that surrond Bacolod.

Taken somewhere in Manapla, Negros Occidental.

A woman and her children make their way home on their trusty carabao through the golden fields of rice.

Taken in Cansilayan, Negros Occidental.

The land is quiet, the fields are still and the moon rises early over the majestic Mount Mandalagan.

Taken from Granada, Negros Occidental.

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