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On Harrison Street Part 1

Harrison Street is named for former Governor General of the Philippines and advisor to four of the country’s presidents following Independence Francis Burton Harrison. Harrison Street was home for a year when I lived in the Philippines and I walked it many times. It was once known as Calle Real – Royal Street – during the Spanish period but these days it is a typically slow moving, busy and congested Manila street. I say Manila but the street starts at the edge of Manila City and the greater part runs through Pasay before briefly entering Paranaque where it becomes Quirino Avenue.

This is a random selection of pictures taken at various times and locations along the street. A couple of them were taken from the pedestrian walkway over EDSA but since the walkway connects Harrison Street on either side of EDSA I include them in the Harrison Street collection.

My one regret is that I did not take more pictures. In fact this is my one regret about Manila in general. There were many days when I could have gone out shooting but didn’t because the thought of spending hours in the humid 35C environment put me off. Yet I know that many of these streets with their distinctive local stores and local people will disappear over time to be replaced by the same generic nondescript blocks found all over the world.

Paranaque Fish Port Part 1

I had heard of the Paranaque Fish Port and market and seen photographs of it but never made it there myself until the 2016 Scott Kelby Worldwide Photowalk when this was the venue for one of a dozen or more photowalks around Metro Manila. Local street photographer Joel Mataro was leading this one and he invited me to join. So at 6AM a group of around forty photographers descended on the good people of Paranaque.

Walking to the port though the streets of Paranaque took us past the city jail which is built right on the street front. Some of the inmates were gathered around the barred windows on the second floor just watching the world go by. I’m guessing they hadn’t seen too many ginger haired, pale skinned Irishmen in that particular neighbourhood and I did wonder what they made of me and our large group of camera toting locals.

Traders and buyers at the fish port itself displayed an admirable spirit of tolerance, given how many of us were poking cameras in their faces and generally getting in the way, remaining welcoming and willing to pose throughout our time there. At 6AM the market had already been open for a couple of hours and though it was still busy it started to slow down a little shortly afterwards. By 7AM the customers were thin on the ground and the traders were cleaning up. Here are a few of my favourite shots from the day.