Windows are figurative and real ways to look what surround us from the safety of our homes. What the windows offer us is relevant because, no matter what, rain, mist, snow, blazing sun, they never fail to offer us that slice of reality.
These images that I post here are a recollection of shots that I made during my one year stay in Manila, in the Philippines; all made either from my apartment at the 28th floor or from the hall that drives to it. A group of images that were made with no intention to make a collection. It was only after this year that I realized I had made several images with something in common: the wonder of living close to the sky.
These three images are a sequence from one of my apartmentĀ“s windows at the 28th floor hall. Down, not visible from the images, there is the park where almost every evening I would accompany Elena and Alma after work. A green spot in this dehumanized metropolis of 17 million people. They day will come when people will take what is theirs. The day will come when people will not be obliged to run from cars, to cover their ears from hurling horns.