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Thu, 06 Jun 2013 16:40:38 +0800

Pink Notes

Inmates at the New Bilibid Prison. (at New Bilibid Prison)

Wed, 05 Jun 2013 10:57:51 +0800

Inmates at the New Bilibid Prison. (at New Bilibid Prison)

People in high places (at Tondo, Manila)

Wed, 05 Jun 2013 09:04:41 +0800

People in high places (at Tondo, Manila)

A father brings his son to school during the first day of...

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 08:32:35 +0800

A father brings his son to school during the first day of classes in Manila. An estimated 20 million students begin classes today in Manila. (at Tondo, manila)

Buddhist monks at the end of the day. Angkor Wat, May 2013. (at...

Thu, 23 May 2013 08:32:43 +0800

Buddhist monks at the end of the day. Angkor Wat, May 2013. (at Siem Reap)

Cambodia I missed you so

Wed, 22 May 2013 20:47:39 +0800

Cambodia I missed you so

Shiny, happy one dollah kids (at Siem Reap)

Wed, 22 May 2013 20:32:34 +0800

Shiny, happy one dollah kids (at Siem Reap)

I can’t believe I climbed my first tree at the age of 27....

Tue, 21 May 2013 15:28:53 +0800

I can’t believe I climbed my first tree at the age of 27. We should climb more trees @ang_kiri and @patevangelista. Photo by Kiri Dalena

Girl and wolf @patevangelista

Tue, 21 May 2013 07:03:43 +0800

Girl and wolf @patevangelista

I wonder where they are. How they are doing. Are they even still...

Tue, 14 May 2013 21:02:24 +0800

I wonder where they are. How they are doing. Are they even still alive? These questions surround me every time I see a person I’ve photographed whenever I try to edit works from disasters. I always end up with the same answer - they have helped me more than I have helped them. Maybe this is the reason why I can’t seem to come up with a proper edit of any of my works.

Lighting strikes (at Adoboland)

Sat, 11 May 2013 20:41:19 +0800

Lighting strikes (at Adoboland)

Tungkung Langit from John Javellana on Vimeo.

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 05:22:59 +0800

Tungkung Langit from John Javellana on Vimeo.

It’s a basketball nation. Marawi, Mindanao.

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 19:02:29 +0800

It’s a basketball nation. Marawi, Mindanao.

It wasn’t the most gorgeous one, but of the hundreds of...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 10:29:50 +0800

It wasn’t the most gorgeous one, but of the hundreds of basketball courts I’ve stumbled upon this country, this takes the cake so far. (at One Rockwell)

After all these years of going back, I finally have a photo from...

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 16:24:42 +0800

After all these years of going back, I finally have a photo from Vitas. Thank you @k_visconti (at Vitas Tondo)

How nice it is to be a kid again

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 12:33:24 +0800

How nice it is to be a kid again

After Pablo from John Javellana on Vimeo.DAVAO ORIENTAL,...

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 21:38:32 +0800

After Pablo from John Javellana on Vimeo.

DAVAO ORIENTAL, Philippines - This is the story of Pablo, of the many small towns from Andap to Kinablangan. There were warnings of a storm, but very few knew what it meant. When the wind began whipping, those who could ran to schools and gyms and high ground, many of those who died were killed on the way, or crushed under the rubble of evacuation centers that were also built by men who had never seen storms.

There is old man Egido, who stands on the side of the road, smoking his last Marlboro, staring at the coconut trees he cannot harvest. In Andap, a field of rocks is all that is left of the Charlie Company detachment, the 27-year-old man pretends not to cry when he recites the names of his 7 dead, and is wracked by guilt when he speaks of the sergeant whose hand he was clutching slipped in the flashfloods. In New Bataan, there is a young man named Dante digging through bodies, looking for 18 of his family who disappeared when he was in Davao. Maybe he is there still, haunting the funeral parlors and sitting beside unmarked graves. All he wants, he says, is a body to bury.

It is a story so huge it is difficult to grasp. There are families who refuse to admit that “missing” may now mean dead more than a month after Typhoon Pablo. There are mothers who receive bags of rotten rice and cook them anyway, there is electioneering and politicking, but there are also teachers who teach classes in muddy slippers and pristine uniforms inside classrooms without roofs. There are questions of sustainability, of diminishing aid, of changing weather patterns, of livelihoods lost and fields and fields of coconuts that will take months to clear and 7 years to grow.

There is no grand solution, no saviors or messiahs, no single agency to blame. After everything, the story is about a world that has fallen apart. The center will not hold on its own, not now and not for a very long time. It’s like a dropped bomb, an Armageddon of sorts. Survival is accidental, and those who are alive now, face lives so far removed from what they were yesterday. Some are hopeful, some broken, some just trying to keep going. It is an impossible story to grasp, and one whose ending depends on those who are willing to imagine.

A Body to Bury from John Javellana on Vimeo.NEW BATAAN,...

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 20:06:56 +0800

A Body to Bury from John Javellana on Vimeo.

NEW BATAAN, Compostela Valley - It is high noon, and Dante Balura has walked many hours. He has done this for 5 days, plodding down dirt roads like this one, left hand wrapped in a red plastic bag, a pink hand towel clutched in the other. He is looking for his family, and he hopes they are here.

The 25-year-old laborer was working in Davao when he saw on television how tropical storm Pablo ripped through Compostela Valley. He arrived in Barangay Andap, Purok 1 to find his house shattered, and his family gone. His few surviving neighbors said they had been swept away. He went straight to the town hall, where he found 4 relatives among the survivors. A total of 18 more were missing: his wife Josephine, his 3 children—5-year-old Dan Jimmy, three-year-old Dan Joshua and 10-month-old Daphne Joy—his parents-in-law, siblings, along with his wife’s siblings, uncle, nieces and nephews.

“I went to look at all the dead they brought, but I couldn’t recognize anyone because of what they went through.”

Andap is one of New Bataan’s hardest-hit villages, where bodies are still being retrieved from under piles of logs. Mass graves are being dug by local authorities for the unidentified bodies.

One day after President Benigno Aquino III shook hands with constituents and announced his intent to normalize the situation, corpses lie scattered on Compostela roads covered with flies. Dante is one of many who hunt for bodies days after the typhoon. Some ride motorcycles from town to town, others wait in evacuation centers and outside mortuaries for word of new recoveries.

It is Dante’s brother in Davao who lent him the money to pay for food and water, enough to sustain Dante during the trek from funeral home to the town. He has checked records of survivors and included all 18 of his family members in the list of the missing. He has gone from New Bataan to Tagum City in Northern Davao to New Bataan again, visiting morgues and wakes, opening every coffin, following army trucks hauling back recovered bodies.

Only wish left

At first he had hope some of his family would be found alive, now all he prays for is a body to bury.

“I will accept whatever happened to them, all I ask from God is that I see them again, even if they’re dead, so that I can bury them, so that I can be the one to have them buried.”

It is the only way, he says, for his family to rest in peace.

Today he stands over body bags lining the side of a dirt road near a river that was once a road. Most of the bags are already open. A greasy arm stretches out of one bag, a knee out of another. There are bodies frozen in rigor mortis, stuffed into the bags, arms and legs akimbo, fingers fat and swollen and crusted with mold.

Dante bends over each of the 18 corpses, looking into faces, turning bodies, searching for this brother’s tattoo, that son’s birthmark. The pink towel is pressed against his nose and mouth. The stench is overpowering. It does not matter, because the body wrapped in a tablecloth under the body bag could be his wife, his mother-in-law, his sister.

He will keep on searching until the recovery teams pull back. He will wait and walk until he has seen every body. Then he will go back to Davao, away from Compostela Valley, and begin again, whatever beginning means for a man who has lost it all.

It’s all systems go.

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 23:30:33 +0800

It’s all systems go.

THE DEMON OF SILVERIO from John Javellana on Vimeo.

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 20:28:45 +0800

THE DEMON OF SILVERIO from John Javellana on Vimeo.