Eyes Wide Open Vol1 Issue2 March 2016

Vol. 1 No. 2 March 2016

No two pairs Karlo Flores CARE’s Essence Must read eBook #livelifelaughtermonth Selected Images

In this Issue:

In Sight ~ NO TWO PAIR

OF “EYES” ARE THE SAME

Karlo Flores ~ FLORES IN BLOOM: EXPANDING EXPRESSIONS Reflections ~ CARE’S ESSENCE Must Read eBook ~ WHAT IS STREET PHOTOGRAPHY FOR ME” Project 365|February ~ FEBRUARY 2016 TOP 3 PICTURES

pg. 5 pg. 8 pg. 16 VOL. 1 pg. 41

pg. 43

Selected Images ~ FEBRUARY 2016

pg. 47

April Features

pg. 49

Cover photo: Day 32|365: #livelovelaughtermonth "Study 1|29"

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nlivened Eyes in Filipino is “Matang Buhay” or “Eyes that are alive” and can also be “Mata ng Buhay” or “The Eyes of Life”.

The title of this publication is “EYES WIDE OPEN” and for this author is a succinct way of looking at world. i.e. a concept of seeing “Life through enlivened eyes” A growth-service-oriented person for the past twenty-three years, Jose Miguel “Migs” Lisbona, worked in the hotel and restaurant, academic services and human development fields. Currently residing in Davao, he is engaged as a life-coach, a “fire-starter”, encouraging others and/or groups to express and expand their strengths and abilities. Preparing a safe space for his clients to connect, play and practice their expressions. Being with them through collaboration in their hopeful journey until they shine in their passion. He is also a practicing Pranic healer.

Photography for him is about capturing the profound in the mundane and sometimes profane. Generally a street shooter and a contemplative photographer. His unique strength as an empath and is often commissioned to document important events .

"What I look at disappears and what is left is what I see, the essence of something yet to be."

He believes in the brilliance that resides within each person, and it is his fervent desire to inspire that spark so everybody can become centers upon themselves, and ultimately centers for others. It is his ardent purpose to remind and encourage A BRILLIANT LIFE because once everybody is living this, it will be in-deed a life lived living.

For consultations or coaching please connect with him through matangbuhay@gmail.com or

JOSE MIGUEL LISBONA

IN SIGHT

NO TWO PAIR OF “EYES” ARE THE SAME

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hen we look at the world, we see it from our own unique perspectives. It starts with our remarkable brains. It has so many different ways on how to store information and thus unlimited options on how to experience, learn, and gather information in whatever interests us.

So while your brain looks the same to mine at a distance, the way we store, organize, manage and retrieve information is as different between you and me as two cameras from several years of use.

Our mental maps are so remarkably different, yet we live as if this is not the case.

So when we look at an image in front of us, it is rare for that person who sees the image based on the others’ perspective. We look at it from our own, basing it on an assumption that our “eyes” are the same.

How we see the world and the images we create are as different as each grain of sand.

Therefore, the next image you look at, see it from a different set of eyes.

A different PERSPECTIVE

Karlo Flores FLORES IN BLOOM: EXPANDING EXPRESSIONS

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hile walking at the Ramon Magsaysay Park, Davao City, I had a chance to interview “Karlo” Erik Flores.

We had met up with some other Photographers from different genres to do our pop-up Sunday Photo walk. This is where one member invites the group for the activity. Though the day was grey and overcast, we still found opportunities to make the images we want to see. It also gave me an opportunity to walk and have an informal interview with Karlo.

This Ct scan/ MRI technologist by day and a street “photographer -whenever-he-can” is “blooming” in his photography like his last name. Two years ago he was heavily into online gaming and mountain biking. He lent some cash to a friend pledging his camera as collateral. Karlo started at first taking pictures of landscapes and flowers and was “fascinated by the output” and continued to explore other subjects with pushed further that camera could and would do. And now he is expressing himself with newer cameras beautifully.

In 2008, he was part of “Burn“, an indie rock band where he collaborated on a video, he sang the song and with his band mates https://www.instagram.com/filth922/

composing the lyrics, the drummer on the melody and the rest the rhythm. Rudolph Ian Alama of Musika del sur made and edited the video. Shots were taken along the shore lines of Buena Vista beach.

Eventually he put his hipster bike on its rack and now has a specific family gaming day schedule. Karlo now makes images often as he can.

Sharing these with other enthusiasts all over the world, he is winning him accolades with online FB Street Photography groups. There were occasions that his work gets published in on-line magazines.

I asked him what helped him in his photography. “I guess, what helped was by interest and background in sketching and art.” He continued to share “I learned composition and art techniques that can be applied to photography.”

I’ve seen a few of his sketches and I must say they are interesting. It reflects his own style.

He got interested in photography due to the interesting images, differing style, the methods used, the use of color and black and white, composition and how these images are processed. Karlo then applies the filter of his own eyes and artistic experience to the way he sees the scene and/or the subject in focus.

No one really taught this artist, he learned from articles, videos, peers and fellow photographers. What sets this man apart is how he incessantly experiments with his images. Trying out new techniques, asks for advise and guidance from well-known veteran photographers and applies this to his own expressive style. The fact that Karlo isn’t afraid of asking for opinions, feedback to push this craft further works for him definitely.

He shoots and produces a couple of images a day in wherever locations he can. Karlo really tries to post as much as he can but only his BEST images. He will not post mediocre images. This attention to quality of work that earned him acclaim. In fact, I found out interestingly enough, was he has a ton-load of images that we no one has seen to date from a couple of weeks to months. There are also images that he will refuse to share as this is his personal “masterpiece”.

When I first was introduced and added in by then ”Street Walkers Davao” Page (Now, Street Walkers PH), I described his images as being very expressive and quite free spirited. He used light and vivid colors to make his mark. Preferring shots made from

parties or events he attended. When I asked about this, he said that he was “experimenting” using his mirrorless cameras and GoPros.

Karlo called his best masterpieces as #money shots.

I was so enamored with his creations and as a matter of compliment, I compose haikus (Japanese style poetry using 5,7,5 syllables) for them. Here are some of the images that moved me.

Focused on Street Photography and portraiture, his works reflect the artist that he is using high contrasts, vivid colors, minimalist compositions and differing point-of-views sometimes, nay, most often bordering to the surreal and forced concepts. These are all executed, in my opinion, with excellent results.

He shares with me that the two sets of images: his personal unpublished photos and his “show pieces”. The latter pandering to his audiences expectations of what street photography is. Yes, the images he posts are intentionally made to please his audience but this really works of him. He is one that loves to showcase and exhibits his creations. In fact, he set up the Street Walkers DVO as a result of wanting to meet new people and post his works

“Tears rolling along.

Oh my father where are you?

Bawling in a ball. “ #haikuforyou ~ 091215

As I often ask people the reason why they do what they do, Karlo paused for a moment and about a half later after making images of swinging children (which won a cover photo), his reason is this: To expand his expressions and showcases this to people who would care to see.

With this as his anchor, he does not really dwell with his critics’ negative comments but he reflects on these for him to improve his craft.

Though his real-life responsibilities and work commitments get in the way of making images, he would often invite his FB group

“Unorthodox”

mates, like this one I was in, for a weekend Photowalk for the purpose of discovering new ways to approach to common scenes. Karlo further shares his desire to raise the standards of photography and infuse attention grabbing photos more than the clichés he often encounters every day.

“Unorthodox”; “Creative” and if he was a camera part, Karlo would be a “shutter button” as he jokingly quips he “wants to be “touched” always.”

“Emotional” are some of the words that best describe him as a photographer. And these descriptions are seen in his works.

If Karlo’s creative expressions are in a state of expansion, it won’t be long that we will see him in “full-bloom” Bring in the “BLOOM”, mi hermano! Mi hermano” (“My brother”) we gingerly call each other. This term of endearment just came as we both experienced grief. His father and my mother were ill and both passed on almost a week of each other. His father on the Christmas day of 2016 and mine was New Year’s eve, last year. (see related story in this issue)

“Creative”

In October last year, a fellow photographer was mercilessly gunned down and that time, I learned that my mother had less than a year to live. It was this time too when Karlo’s father was likewise in the decline and had a few months too.

(With the news and the other circumstances at that time. I got affected and with these events that it came out in the images I took from the requiem. The energy needed to go somewhere and I channeled mine here at this article. See video)

“Emotional”

Karlo slowly saw his father worsen and eventually witnessed his passing. It really affected him. He handled this by consciously focusing on photography. His father was and still is his inspiration.

Each of us cope with sorrow differently but in this instance, Karlo and I coped with it the best we can with what we do which to

The author and Karlo photo credit Jay de Guzman

transform the desolation into artistic expression.

With this, we are truly “brothers” indeed.

I leave you with this image of a father and his daughter where Karlo was applying what he learned from fellow photographers in photographing portraits one Sunday afternoon in August of 2015. ¡Abrazos! (hugs)

“Pa knows his Iha Bonded beyond words, soulmates.

Iha knows her Pa.” #haikuforyou ~ 081015

“Dads are our greatest hero. Their love is unconditional and limitless. They give u strength just enough to stand on ur own. They let u do things and make mistakes, and still shrug it off as if nothing happened. Coz they just accept and love who u are even if u made the biggest mistake in ur life. Coz they’ve been there themselves. I could say a thousand things about dads. Hays. Sending love to heaven… this pic is full of emotion…” ~ Joe Francisco, FB comment of the image 31 January 2016

"I'll wait up in the dark For you to speak to me" - E. Vedder

Dr. Ruben R. Flores 1949—2015

“Walking the street's path Seeking insights light.

My shadow and I.� #haikuforyou ~022816 All images in the article are copyrighted to Karlo Flores and used with permission.

Reflections

CARE’S ESSENCE

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ince my dear mother’s internment, I catch myself in moments of staring blankly off into space and peering into memories I had with her. Mommy Lory’s existence is alive and well in my thoughts.

Even as I finish this two-month-in-the-drafting essay, I still get choked up.

Let me share with you what caring is all about through my experiences with CARE Life Services and the insights I realized.

No, I am not advertising them nor have they asked or paid me anyway. It’s just my way to acknowledge what invaluable service they gave my mother and her children (albeit it was only just for 72 hours or three –days) To provide you with a background, my mother was diagnosed with “Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease” (COPD) It is a common lung disease making it hard for the person to breathe. There are two main forms of COPD: Chronic bronchitis , which involves a long-term cough with mucus and Emphysema, which involves damage to the lungs over time. My mother started with the former and soon progressed to the latter. It is a long term illness that quickly advances the necessity of breathing aid machines and end-life care.

We’ve been in and out of hospital for about several years but finally the disease had warranted my mother to receive palliative care at home. Her team of doctors would come regularly to her house to check her health and monitor her food, water and medicines. We had a long staying house help turned caregiver who took care of the compliance of the prescribed medicine regimen.

My Mother’s condition may have come from different sources but the fact remains, the frequency and duration of the illness eventually made her a pulmonary “cripple”, a captive, if you will, trapped in her room unable to carry a decent conversation nor walk a few steps without being short of breath. For someone who enjoyed… No… Relished being with others, having hours and hours of exchanges with family and friends, this disease was literally a “death sentence”. More than a “lung-breaker”, it was an insidious “heart-breaker”.

On December 27, 2015, Sunday, two days after Christmas and a day before her 45th wedding anniversary, we found out she was feverish with a temperature of 38C. Blood Oxygen was at a low 60s to 70s. (normal was 90s). Her pulse rate was like that of a brisk walker at 127 bpm. She was constantly sleeping and refused to eat or drink. Her care giver was only able to give her paracetamol in the early evening. We called the doctor to come a day before her scheduled visit and arranged for a nurse to provide the necessary professional care.

“More than a “lungbreaker ”, COPD was an insidious “heart-breaker ”.”

We thought that this would be a battle she could endure.

After-all she was well and fine during Christmas and had fought of the worst be-

fore this. Especially with the medical help regularly visiting her, we were optimistic.

Nurse Nori, one of two staff from Center Life Healthcare came just before noon as coordinated by my twin brother. She went directly to my mother’s room, took assessment and communicated by phone while she waited for the Doctor to arrive.

She brought with her medical equipment and supplies that may be needed for my mother. “How convenient!”, I thought.

Clelet, Nurse Nori’s Supervisor, was with me gently explaining what they were doing. A bit later, she asked what services, I would be needing. Throughout the conversation, her calm focused demeanor made me relaxed and patiently answering any questions I may have of the healthcare service.

Later on, after Nurse Nori’s assessment, she found my mother dehydrated and lungs full of fluids. She also hasn’t eaten well the past days. Worst, a bed sore was developing.

When the doctor came and after she confirmed the Nurse’s observations, she recommended a hospital bed, air-bed, suctioning machine, direct oxygen from a high pressure tank and a BIPAP machine (Mommy’s oxygen concentrator machine could not cope with the pressure she needed to bring her oxygen up.)

Should we buy or rent? Centerlife had all of the above mentioned. We decided to rent the hospital bed and BIPAP machine.

The bed came with the air-mattress, suctioning machine, pulmo-aid and other essentials. “Wow!” we thought. This was

much more affordable than buying all the above. The BIPAP was rented on a per day basis. They were going to deliver it ASAP. Hours la other equipment, were working before leaving.

As the Doctor continued to check on her, my mother was stabilized but wasn’t awake just yet. My sister came and I asked her to get foo by the Doctor. This was going to be fed through the IV. The doctor recommended someone and they arranged where we could purchase

We invited Nurse Nori to eat with us but did not come down. She thanked us but said, she had brought her meal and that she can’t lea lized. When she did, the caregiver substituted the burse. She ate quickly, brought her plate to the kitchen and went back to the room, re

Our “Big Sister” (a close family friend and was treated like my Mom’s own daughter) came at 10:30 pm with her spouse and young condition, she asked her husband and son to pick her up at 2:00 am. I waited up with her while she occasionally would peep out or I on them as I stayed in the living room. The time came for her to leave but she decided to stay for the night. Mom suddenly woke up! In f tidy herself and the hospital bed.

Nurse Nori stayed around 20 hours and her reliever came for the AM shift 8AM to 8PM.

ater just before 7, it came. They set the equipment up in the second floor (It took about three people) and made sure it, along with the

od for Mom as recommended e it.

ave until my mother was stabiesuming her duties.

gest son. Seeing my mother’s go into the room to check up fact, she felt better enough to

“Mom suddenly woke up!

In fact, she felt better!”

“What was surprising was her sense of hearing became better.”

Nurse Gwe enough to oxygen tub neat. Afte

She soon s occasiona pressed ha

What was surprising was her sense of hearing became better. To the surprise of my Big Sister and wife, Mommy heard and understood This was among the signs that my mother’s brain and body were preparing itself for the transition.

Soon after, mother slept more often and when she awoke, we made sure that somebody was with her. My younger sibling and my wife e My mother liked the hospital bed and was fond of Nurse Gwen. With Nurse Nori, well, she expressed her “dislike” towards her (though

en with their service team members brought refilled oxygen tanks and other supplies. Midmorning came and my mother was well again tidy herself and her bed. At first she seemed annoyed at the situation, how she had to wear the bulky BIPAP mask and the long bes attached to it, and how she seemed to lose track of time. In spite of this, she made sure the laces of her bed sheet was out and er-all she wants to be presentable to us and her guests.

spoke but the BIPAP mask made it difficult as it muffled further her already weakened voice. She carried on normal conversation, with l bouts of confused statements and labored coughing, (this was the effect of the morphine and other medicines she took) and exappiness and eagerness when she saw us. However, she would be out of breath and pulse high. what they were whispering to each other! She could not believe it herself.

encouraged her to look forward to the New Year. To which she seriously responded “Ayoko na.” (“I don’t want anymore.”) she was mostly asleep when the nurse was on duty the previous night.) The nurse understood and assured us it was OK.

“He now found the words to anchor what he felt when he was with his patients.�

Wednesday came and mother was stable. We thought that she was going to get better. We were also preparing her documents and other items “just-n-case”.

I was “on-duty” while my wife and siblings did their tasks that day when Dr. Basilio Diego, MD, came to visit. With his bag and medical gear hanging from it. His thick rimmed glasses, wavy hair and stocky built reminded me the quarter aged Carl Fredricksen character from the Pixar-Disney Animated Movie “UP”. He was respectful and soft spoken. He asked permission before entering the house, went up and before entering the room, removed his shoes. He took a look at the charts and the nurse gave him feedback as to the condition. This went on for a few minutes and soon after we engaged in a conversation.

Being the curious man I am, I asked Dr. Diego what brought him and his partners to get into this line of service. He then proceeded to tell a story on how in one hospital, he visited someone. This person and his family consented and signed a “nonresuscitation” waiver and other waivers. So legally the hospital doctors and staff were “hands-off”. While he was visiting, he could see how the patient was struggling and was very uncomfortable with rarely, if any at all, focusing on her.

Dr. Diego could not even do anything to “help” but was there with the patient (after getting the required permission) During the conversation something profound happened. Dr. Diego came to an insight as he heard me explain that being “for” a patient is alright but “being” with them is deeper and more significant. This is what is meant by the essence of the person present is more important than anything else.

The “Essence of Presence” came out from my lips. As soon as I said it, a breeze of cool air came through the window of the 2nd floor foyer. It clicked with the kind Doctor.

The hair on my body and arms stood on end and I was tearing up. A sign that I had connected with the other.

He now found the words to anchor what he felt when he was with his patients. This was truly an awareness that made what he was doing all the more precious to him. It is his reason for being.

Dr. Diego had to go to another patient in Makati but I insisted to try our homemade all-time-favorite empanada (meat pastry) over merrienda (snacks). He loved the pastry! He ate quickly and left.

Two days later on the eve of New Year’s Day, Centerlife made sure that we had oxygen tank refills for the holiday. They were closed. Nurse Gwen stayed her shift but noticed my mother’s oxygen levels and heart rate were erratic. At 30% and 130 bpm (beats per minute). She was concerned. She consistently monitored but a around 4:00 pm, she decided to contact Dr. Diego.

Dr. Diego came around 7:00 pm. At this time, Nurse Nori was on shift. The former gathered the siblings and spoke quite openly. My mother was exhibiting signs that indicated she is nearing the end of her life. He advised that everyone be with her.

The doctor prepared the necessary documents and had instructed Nurse Nori on whatever she had to do.

My brother who was in Canada at the time couldn’t come home immediately. My sister contacted him and he spoke to my mother.

Fireworks were popping and exploding outside but not as much as last year. Somehow or some miracle it was drizzling even raining throughout the night sparing us from smoke and noise.

Nurse Nori was unobtrusively in the background and constantly checking our mother’s vital signs. Her heart beat was at 140 bpm. This was like a person briskly walking. Her oxygen levels were at 30%.

My siblings and wife stayed and after an hour of hearing my brothers’ voice at 10:18pm of December 31, 2016. My mother fully transitioned. She kept her word that she will not spend the New Year with us.

It was with sadness we bid farewell to our dearest mother, Lory G. Lisbona. After this poignant moment, Nurse Nori asked permission, if she could prepare the body prior to the mortician’s arrival. We agreed and I assisted in cleaning and dressing my mother.

This year’s Media Noche, a tradition where Filipino families gather for midnight meal, at the Lisbona household will not be complete.

The noise of from the firecrackers greeted the new year and “exorcised” the malevolent spirits but for us celebrated our mother’s return to God. After tidying up the equipment and room, Nurse Nori’s duty was done. She asked us for a picture of our late mother. After offering her condolences, she bid farewell.

Due to the danger of a possible accident and the fact that there were only one team on duty from Loyola Memorial, it took around 7 hours for my mother’s remains to be picked up and then another 11 hours for her to be prepared.

“Somehow or some miracle it was drizzling even raining throughout the night sparing us from smoke and noise.�

Carelife picked up all the equipment that was left behind two days after.

Clelet kept in contact and came Monday to the Memorial Park Chapel to hand us their gift: A framed blown-up picture of my mother in her wedding dress and a mass card. Apologizing for not bringing it earlier due to their supplier being closed on the holidays.

Four days wake and we her children, extended families and friends finally bid farewell to Mommy’s remains.

As I finish this, I find my cheeks wet with tears rolling down. Not tears of sadness but of gratefulness and appreciate to all those who cared with my mother.

Live life caring for and with the other.

“...I find my cheeks wet with tears rolling down.”

Lory Lisbona y Grageda 1936—2015

Masses

40 days after

MUST READ eBOOK

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It's intention to showcase a community's voice to define what is Street Photography through its members' both luminaries and upcoming greats is quite noble!

I love how the book’s simplicity touches me. To ask the authors to define in one word their passion is quite difficult to say the least.

However, to "see" and "feel" the word embedded in the images made it sincere expressions.

The publication, I believe, can encourage all to also define what Street Photography is for them.

Contributing to the ebook “What Street Photography is for Me” are SP luminaries, Luis Liwanag, Xyza Bacani, Rommel Bundalian, Ag de Mesa, Jeff Mercader, Dominic Meily and many, many others.

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“It’s also the hunt not just the kill, the journey not just the destination.

Looking for the elusive, the unexpected. It’s when serendipity happens in front of you and you capture that moment knowing that it will never happen again! That’s the joy of Street Photography for me.”

“It’s a coherent expression of every experience, whether it be humor, joy, dull or mundane. Just like David Alllan Harvey said. “Art in everyday life.”

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Attitude “It’s a way of expressing your own vision or what you see, and a way of emitting an attitude.” ~ Mark Adalia https://facebook.com/mark.adalia.5

Vision “SP for me is the vision of and for the Divine, the pursuit of happiness when nothing is shown photos of where I am at and thankful I am there.” ~ Joel Mataro https://facebook.com/joel.mataro

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PROJECT 365| February 2016 TOP 3 PICTURES

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A Live, Love and Laughter month. Shoulder to shoulder!

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A silhouette of a man.

"SEEreal" buddies.

Day 48|365: "17|29"

Day 52|365: "Study 21|29"

A special gift received.

Serendipitous meetings.

The practice begins.

#livelovelaughtermonth~ February was to see life alive through activities in the streets, malls and even seminars. The best experiences is best created with and for others. Learning Pranic healing adds on to my abilities as a photographer. Connecting with the Divine source and blessing all that is, was and yet to be. In full faith, so be it.

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SELECTED IMAGES JANUARY 2016 from different Street Photography Groups

Included in “The Asphalt Gallery.”

Shortlisted image for “Eye-Catching Moments of Eye Photo Magazine�.

APRIL FEATURES Watch for: In Sight ~ THE “HARD-WIRED” PHOTOGRAPHER PG. 4 Photographer Profile ~ GIAN JAMES MAAGAD Feature Book Reviews Project |365

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The 24HourProject gathers street and documentary photographers from around the globe to share in real time as they document the human condition of their city. Photographers share one photo per hour during twenty four hours.

NEXT EDITION: 19TH MARCH 2016

Through the 24HourProject’s mission, market and global exhibitions, the project reaches millions of individuals annually showcasing the human connection of images and real live stories.

The Mission of the project is to Document Humanity to Make a Difference. By bringing the 24HourProject world community together and creating partnerships with NGOs, we aim to raise awareness to world human condition issues.

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