These are photographs of me, or of how I see…
We’re all shackled in one way or another, waiting for our little godots…
I’m Estragon the poet…
Is He arriving? Godot is always late.
I wait and I wait …
And I wait …
Like Vladimir the thinker, I keep myself informed …
I want a branded watch to tell me I am a lucky Pozzo…
Am I a cookie-cutter person with cookie-cutter dreams and desires…
Or can I be my own work of art, recognizable to myself…
I want to be Lucky, my favorite beer…
I want to be forever on the move… forever arriving with the goods…
and then I’ll be happy-go-lucky…
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I am a poet and an educator. I have come to realise in recent years that the act of writing poetry has trained my mind to be always on the prowl for everyday moments that might be suitable material for my writing.
Hence, I turn to photography in order to record some of these moments. I soon discover that the photographs I am taking, using film rangefinder cameras which are more discreet and hence suitable to the task at hand, are in the tradition of street photography.
In search of poetry, I have become a street photographer.
What can Hong Kong teach me about street photography, and what can street photography teach me about Hong Kong?
This blog seeks to address that question.
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Hong Kong Lucida 
Nicely done. Please don’t ever tell anyone about what came first: your words or the photos. Let it be a mystery. Adds another layer, you know 😉
Thank you – that’s a wonderful compliment, especially coming from a fellow street photographer!
(off-topic) https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/12069297/pics/189150_10150113832786219_4240730_n.jpg
: we can’t go on waiting like this.
: let’s get a taxi. (pause) unless the schoolbus comes.
: and if it comes?
: we’ll reach UC without panting.
[…]
: well? shall we go?
: yes, let’s go. (they do not move.)
😛
Godot is waiting…