There is something so peaceful, hopeful and positive about listening to kids at play, the occasional unbridled shrieks of joy and laughter, the apparent innocence, the more likely masked mischievousness. And this is all amplified when it is observed on a beautiful beach on a remote island. A late afternoon walk on Malapascua yielded these selected snapshots of local kids at play. There is a part of me, that of a dad, that appreciates the miracle of having kids and raising one’s progeny. And I completely understand and respect everyone’s right to have them. But there is also a part of me that is growing so incredibly disappointed that population growth in the Philippines is so totally out of control. I realize population is a loaded topic, rife with personal opinion, but the FACT is that so many millions of Filipino kids are being raised with barely enough food to survive, barely enough shelter to feel safe, and such substandard educations, that we simply cannot continue to ignore this ticking time bomb.
It isn’t the kids’ fault. Full stop. But having laid my personal views out there, I would like to return to these simple but heartwarming photos. Up top, under a navy blue sky, and yes, I mean a spectacular navy blue sky at dusk, I ran across these 4 kids playing on a banca on the beach. They were such hams. And when they realized I was taking their picture, they really got into it. I showed them some of the photos on my diital camera and they were STUNNED to instantly see their faces on the screen, and in such vivid color. I particularly liked this second photo of the girl with “Chanel” earrings. How much more distant could she be from Coco Chanel’s Rue Cambon atelier, yet in her own way, so beautifully garbed in island attire, ready do the walk down the sand runway… :)
These kids, earlier in the afternoon playing in the fine sand, one of them insisting on burying his pet dog under sand! The dog was accommodating but shook off the sand when it got to his neck. What I would have given for a bag filled with water pistols so two dozen of them could squirt each other from behind their sand bunkers…
And elsewhere on the island, I spotted some kids playing on their homemade billiards table, in miniature, using marbles instead of the larger billiards balls. Ah, where will they all be 20 years hence, and how many progeny of their own will they add to the Philippine population… sigh.