He turns one year old today. Time really flies so fast, it only seemed like yesterday when I wrote this post.
The many faces of Ethan Victor:
THE CURIOUS ETHAN
THE YAWNING ETHAN
THE GIGGLING ETHAN
THE EXCITED ETHAN
THE SLEEPING ETHAN
On my way back to Cebu City from that court hearing in Argao, Cebu, I couldn’t resist capturing these beautiful images of trees with its arms appearing to lurch and flex to the other side of the road, as if deliberately done so in order to provide that much needed shade for the weary travellers. I was not driving, so I was free to bide and shoot these momentary idylls, as the miles sped by.
Argao RTC Courtroom
Just last Wednesday, my second trip to Argao, Cebu for a court hearing had been filled with much anticipation, strangely not so much from the case I attended, although I got the Writ of Preliminary Injunction my client desperately needed, but more from the fact that I brought with me my new DSLR camera. Ha ha ha… I’ve never been this profoundly shallow.
You could count me in as one of those who joined the emerging DSLR craze. Pondered on it for a year, and last month, I finally bought it: a Canon EOS 450D. I had previously set my eyes on either the Nikon D80 or Canon 40D but after a bit of tedious research on the internet, the rave reviews for the 450D just did it and won me over. The more candid reasons, however, were that: I couldn’t find a Nikon D80 or a Canon 40D in the stores of Cebu, and the EOS 450D appeals more to beginners like me.
I have long been interested in photography, and the new-found enthusiasm it breathes within has me now scraping for time learning its rudiments. Now, I very much feel like a freshman law student encountering such weird terms like “aperture”, “shutter speed”, and “depth of field”.
My visit to Argao, I think, was not without some gratifying shots. If some “real” photographers happen to pass by this post, I very much welcome your criticisms.
Last Wednesday was, surprisingly, tense-filled. The unexpected happened: Leizl was not going to have a normal delivery but instead she was going to be wheeled for an emergency C-Section. The reason: there was a prolapse of the umbilical cord, meaning, the baby’s umbilical cord was pushed ahead of the baby’s head. It happened when the water broke and the cord was carried along by the gush of water. The danger lies when the fetus squashes the cord and cut of the oxygen supply. (By the way, I tried to grasp as much medical terms as I could; becoming a doctor had always been my childhood dream, for which reason, I am easily prone to surmise that I would have been a better doctor than I am a lawyer.)
Actually, that might not be the entire reason, after all. An attempt, I was told, was still made for a normal delivery but, surprise, surprise… the baby’s hand was clutching the cord and would not let go. We joked that the baby was exercising full, arrant authority.
Straight from the operating room, Doc Chona Tremedal called me thru her cellphone and—in a very reassuring voice—told me the baby was fine, and Leizl was okay. I heaved a sigh of relief. When I got the chance to personally meet with the doctor, she came out with a big smile and a shaking head, and teased, “’Lan, your daughter’s proved she’s the boss in there.”
Well, if that’s the case, then I’m totally at her service. Our new little pretty little boss.
(We are deeply indebted to Dr. Chona Tremedal and her husband, Jay, who performed the anesthesia, and to Doc Glinda del Prado who made sure Ellie Nicole was okay. I’m breaking my head thinking how we’re going to pay you back, guys. J )