Once upon a time, John was in Banaue to take pictures – not for any client, but just for himself. He drove eight hours in his yellow Ford Fiera, and was busy photographing Ifugaos on the rice terraces when he saw a helicopter land on the parking lot of Banaue Hotel (the only place where it could land). Two sounds are music to John’s ears – the click, click, click of his camera and the sound of a helicopter propeller whirling. Hearing them both at the same time was like heaven.
He ran to chat with the pilot, who volunteered the information that he had room for one more passenger. Like an eager child, John asked him, “Can I come? Can I come? Please, please, Can I come?†He was ferrying some foreign guests and would be flying back to Manila through Baguio that same day. “Sure, hop on,†said the pilot to the photographer, and away they flew, for a little over two hours over the terraces, over the mountains of Bontoc and Benguet. They made a stop over in Poro Point, La Union to refuel, and continued on to fly over scenic Hundred Islands in Pangasinan and over the rice fields of Pampanga and Bulacan and back to Villamor Air Base, in Metro Manila where John immediately grabbed a cab and asked to be taken to the Pantranco Station in Quezon City, so he could ride a bus for the next 8 hours to go back to Banaue.
He grinned ear-to-ear, and whistled happily while driving alone all the way from Banaue through Nueva Vizcaya, Nueva Ecija, Bulacan, Metro Manila and finally to his home in Makati – in his yellow Ford Fiera.
His take from this joyride? Priceless photographs to show a bird’s eye view of the Ifugao rice terraces.
(Note: Our archivist is still looking for those vintage aerial shots).
A lesson to be learned: Scan those film images now before they fade away. Or before you lose them.