Afternoons… the sun gazing, grazing over ever moving waters,
That talk about distant pasts and blurry days to come,
In the river,
where steel and stone,
old and new,
meet and melt under the setting glow of its playful warmth.
I got tired of Calle Real one day, and I decided to go to the nearby river wharf of Muelle Loney, an important historic landmark that paved the way for Iloilo’s textile industry back in the 1700’s. Now stripped of its historic elegance, it looks like any other ordinary port with ships and rust in all shapes and shades, save for this one lazy afternoon when I had a setting sun and a camera in my hand.