I developed a special affection in shooting portraits focusing mainly on natural lighting, presenting it meaningfully and in an engaging format during my time as a freelancer. When I’m not at work by assignment, I devote much of my time and passion to my personal photography projects. My educational background also disciplined me to approach photography with a refreshed perspective, angles and interpretations. Being engaged in images mirrors my desire to understand the world as it is and how I see it.

One of my personal projects was a tribute to my father and grandfather, both of whom passed away a couple of years back. It is a diptych that parallels the phases of grief that my grandmother and I experienced during and after their passing; from the last good days, to the dark ones until the time we learned to let go of all our pain.

Photography has always been my freedom of expression; where others can write songs and make beautiful poetry, I make captivating imagery. This opportunity is important for me because I believe this experience can greatly expand the knowledge I have in capturing moments and further develop my growth as a human being who is in constant pursuit of all things meaningful.

There are so many things that we are thankful for. It is just too bad that my father and my grandfather are not here to hear me say when I finally had the courage to do so. I appreciate everything that they have done for me and my grandmother. They kept the family afloat despite our differences and individual problems. I will always be forever thankful.
The pain of losing my father and grandfather, of seeing them both lose their battles – or rather, rest from them – affects me even up to this day. I know they are in a better place and someday I hope to meet them again so we could continue the life we left unto postponement. But until that day, we will cleanse ourselves with this pain we have in our hearts; all the what if’s that are left unanswered, we will all let them go. The dark memories and maybe even the sweeter ones, they have to go. My father’s and grandfather’s memories will be forever etched in my heart, buried underneath new pains and struggles only to re-awaken when met with a relic that would remind me of them. But until then, everything about the two important men in our lives will be washed away.
My father and grandfather always treated us like queens and princesses. Showered us with all the tidings they could ever procure. Brought light into our homes when darkness seemed like a few heartbeats away. Showered us with their own version of gold and still made us want only the simple things in life. And that is why we miss them both terribly.
Everything in life is inevitable: happiness and sadness; joy and sorrow, victory and defeat. No one can say for sure when these things come through for us. But these things happen either way. Wherever we are in life – if we are down on our last stand, hope; that that day might come so we can quickly get back up on our feet. And if we are at our most infinite selves – we still should hope – not that it ends, but for everything to last even just for a while.
Everyday is a new beginning. Despite the darkest nights and starless skies, the morning will always come. The blues and the blacks will be replaced by the greens and yellows and everything would seem all so new.
It’s been quite some time since my father and my grandfather left us, but our place of solace still stays the same. They smell the same, they look the same and they feel lonely still. But it does not mean we are in shambles or that we are miserable. Sometimes change is achieved by being the same.
My father and grandfather are always in our hearts and minds. No matter the occasion we will always remember you. Their memories and their love for us is eternal.
Despite the hardships we faced by losing my father and my grandfather, we are on our way to our happiness. It’s only a matter of time. Here are some pancakes for starters. That’s a good start, I guess, right?
We washed ourselves of this pain and now we are hanging it up and leaving it up to dry. Things are getting day by day; and with every drop of moist coming from clothes filled with memories of you, we are slowly accepting and moving on. We cannot wait for all of them to dry even though sometimes we are tempted to wear them again just for the sake of remembering how you always felt like. It is hard but it is only proper.
Everything takes time. Life takes time; from our first breath, our first smile, our very first words to the first sickness until the last one that takes our life away. In a sense, death also takes time. But the things that bind them all together is acceptance. If you can’t accept these things, you’ll forever be trapped in a cycle of never understanding why things don’t work the way you want them to.

Anna Karenina Glinoga is always fascinated by art. In 2012, she graduated with a degree in Photography at the De La Salle-College of Saint Benilde and soon attended a short photography course in San Francisco, California. Two years later, she was under the mentorship of fine art documentary photographer Kazuo Sumida while completing her masterals in Photography. She went to New York City in 2015 to assist Sumida in exhibiting his works at the at the Association of International Photography Art Dealers (AIPAD). Anna is currently interning at the Navel.live Studio in Los Angeles and works part-time at a laundry shop.

“One Angle, Two Generations” was also featured at online magazine Based Istanbul.

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