Jeffrey has seen Maligcong terraces and the changes over the years. He invited us in and told us all sorts of stories. With the money he earned as a driver, he sent his children to school.
Schools were built in the community and children could be educated, but gradually the children only obeyed the teachers and not the elders because getting good grades is worthy of respect.
In the old days, if an old man was passing by, a young man would fly over and carry his luggage without hesitation. Nowadays, if you don’t say something, they don’t move.
He said sadly that the rituals had become a formality.
The smile of a child is the best peaceful scene for everyone.
Orange world and blue sky – he will see the world as orange.
Everyone looked very happy.
On the way home from school, the carabao that greeted us earlier has a job ahead of him.
She’s probably going to be working in the rice field from now on.
It’s rare to meet a dog that shows this kind of expression in Japan.
Even dogs use this footpath.
She was just planting rice on our walk.
There was this grandfather’s house on the road we passed. Whether it’s a garden or a road, it doesn’t seem to matter either way when you’re here.
The two of them are happily taking a bath together.
The car in the back is the car he used to drive.
Hands that worked well.