So, here’re some memories of Mong Kok.
They were trying to create a better community.
The streets announced their will.
The exhibits were playful: this looked like an umbrella carousel.
There were thoughtful moments like this at Mong Kok.
There were hard hats with a tough message.
There was a clear intention.
There was energy.
There were tents.
There were floating umbrellas.
Pretty umbrellas.
The streets belonged to its people.
The signs and umbrellas were there.
There were ominous moments.
The graduates were there.
They were preparing for an eventuality.
Yellow and blue went well together.
There were selfie moments.
He told me to take a picture and share it.
Goodbye tents, goodbye Occupy Mong Kok.
Camera: Canon 600D
Legacy Lens: Meyer-Optik Gorlitz Oreston 50mm f 1.8
Hong Kong Lucida 
i find myself revisiting your blog posts and felt as if i’m revisiting the sites as well–down my memory lane… experiencing exactly ackbar abbas’s sense of ‘dis-appearance’ (as in displaced-appearance); they can never vanish entirely!
Thanks Janice – yes, moments like these don’t just disappear. They stay with you.