Every day, we do the same thing.
We wait.
We’re waiting for something to happen.
Or for someone to come along to give us the answer.
We wait for that big transcendental Other, that Godot, to come along.
We have a choice, we think.
We choose.
We consult.
And hope for the best.
And then we eat.
And after all that, we’ll be merry.
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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 
I find myself immersed in the sumptuous clutter of the ordinary while reading and viewing your work. I think about the nature of waiting, as I wait to catch up with myself, for the Big Good Thing I’m supposed to do with my time here to fall into my lap. While I wait, the moments are filled with tasks, minutia, functions of being alive.
I try to remember to be present in this Now, because this is life, so far as it goes. I don’t want to miss it while I’m kicking my heels and waiting for Kismet to clobber me.
Thanks for the beautiful, thought provoking moments. The food, the posture of anticipation, the questions that clutter the human experience.
Yup! I’m afraid we’re all waiting together.
Yes, we are!