TST is a hive of activity.
This is my ode to workers.
Hong Kong is built on the backs of people like them.
Thanks for visiting.
Month: December 2013
At Tsim Sha Tsui
Again, at Tsim Sha Tsui.
There’s so much happening here.
I don’t mean shopping and eating, though there’s lots of it too.
Sometimes we’re bored while waiting for the bus…
But there’s so much to see …
I suppose it’s about framing and movement…
There’re so many people at work.
I figured I could fire off two clicks before they notice me …
I simply love the lomography effect with Fuji Superia 800 film.
Thanks for reading today.
Sham Shui Po
Some time ago at Sham Shui Po, I saw them:
In Wikipedia’s entry on “Sham Shui Po”, you see this sentence: “Sham Shui Po is an area where urban decay is serious in Hong Kong.”
It is easy to call this documentary photography, in the sense that these are pictures that serve as evidence of social categories such as “urban decay”, “poverty”, “old age”, etc, etc.
It’s hard to see otherwise, but sometimes I think we see things only as we can. Classification is easy because it means you’ve “mastered” the world and have successfully explained what you see to yourself.
At times, though, I could see them as people like myself, living their lives just as I am living mine …
I’ll just end here with the beginning of a poem I’ve been living with for quite some time…
— The Man with the Blue Guitar — (by Wallace Stevens)
The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.
They said, “You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are.”
The man replied, “Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar.”
And they said then, “But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,
A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are.”
Wu Kai Sha Beach
There’s something going on at Wu Kai Sha beach.
I keep seeing Zen-like arrangements:
The stones are speaking.
And there’s always someone painting the rocks. Sometimes, you see “God is love” in both English and Chinese etched in the sand.
And once in a while, someone builds a turtle sculpture…
This gentleman has been at it all morning…
The sand is reclaiming its boat:
The water has achieved what the sand is doing:
Am I a shadow thinking I am a man or a man thinking I am a shadow?
Or am I a shadow of a man or a man emerging from his shadow?
I text, google, search and take a picture – therefore I am.
Bus Flaneur
I’m waiting for a bus… waiting for a bus…
That’s not the bus …
So sleepy …
A self-portrait:
Looking out the window…
Whose hand is that?
And then I realise some moments are pure poetry …
Thanks for reading.
