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Bernard Testa

Bernard Testa photographs human triumphs, evoking emotions of struggles between the good, the bad and the ugly. He was a former president of the Press Photographer of the Philippines. Before joining BusinessMirror and Philippines Graphic magazine, he was the photographer of the now defunct InterAksyon.com

Learning Through the Lens: How Photo Clinics Nurture Growth and Storytelling

“I’m not an expert. I’m still learning every day how to be a photographer—trying to be better than who I was a week ago,...

Pi Sigma remembers: Memories of Dr. Francisco ‘Dodong’ Nemenzo

December 30, 2024 saw the country commemorating the 128th martyrdom anniversary of Dr. Jose P. Rizal at the Luneta Park. Government officials, led by Pres....

Pakil Laguna’s Kasalang Bayan 2023: When unwed couples wed

They say that June is the best time to get married, hence, every woman wants to become a June bride. But in this age...

A PINOY PHOTOGRAPHER IN AMAZING CHANG MAI

Every year, some 20 to 24 million tourists visit one of the oldest kingdoms in Southeast Asia—Siam, presently referred to as Thailand. Located at the...

Viva Señor Jesus Nazareno!

January 9, a non-working holiday in Manila, is the feast day of the Black Nazarene. And this year, 2023, will be the third time...

Project Coffee

When God created the world in seven days, probably, there was already coffee on the third day. To fast forward human existence, coffee was...

When literature is a rap

Text and photos by Bernard Testa “Ma’ kung saan ka man ngayon, ok lang ako, huwag kang mag-alala, mag-aaral ako. Huwag kang malulungkot dahil hindi ako sumasama sa...

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Under the Withered Roof

The tears I dropped on my mother’s casket were wiped off with an off-white handkerchief by a hand filled with bulging veins and dominating wrinkles. I heard a comforting scolding, hinting to me that this man is too long in the tooth to have a high-pitched voice. “Elim,...

Rise in Love

A ping sounded on my phone, and the words blinked on the screen at six in the morning.  “RISE IN LOVE.” I squinted at the screen, half-amused. The message could only be from Kim—always dramatic, always turning a simple morning greeting into something that promised intrigue. I recognized our...

The Man with Horns

Close to the end of my ties with Catharine, I was inconveniently reminded of the time when I learned that I grew up with a father from whom I wasn’t exactly begotten. This—this sudden act of remembrance—happened as she and I had just walked out of a diner...