Is photojournalism dead?

HAHAHAHA … what a funny preposition! Judgment day for photojournalism will only come when everything else stops ticking - perhaps an asteroid hitting Earth would totally eradicate photojournalism.

Here are some snapshots that I consider not too journalistic in a sense, not because they look plutonic, but rather they appear to give a sort of a commemorative imprint on the forthcoming absolution of photojournalism.

The images are just gathering viruses in my computer so here they are …

A blast from the past

Out of Masferre's book

Sto. Niño and the kid

Queen of the world

Hail, Mama Mary

Shall we dance?

Are you hungry?

Cool psychedelic colours

My dream angel

Heaven can wait

Friends, Romans, countrymen ...

... lend me your ears

Free lugaw, anyone?

The perks of urban living

Rent-free

All crammed and nowhere to go

The grease man