A Thinking Street Photography Site
Flaneuring with Canon M50 and the vintage Meyer Optik Lydith 30mm lens.
Slightly tilted but it adds to the scene.
Look up and it all becomes aspirational.
Ode to Chinese capital.
The office worker and the jogger.
Four quarters neat – someone needs to tend to the urban disciplined greenery.
InterContinental Hotel. Tourism shrouded.
The scene is always slightly different
Decisive moments.
Another one.
Property occurs when someone says “This is mine”.
Does this belong to anyone.
This beauty.
Everyone has access.
Magical moments.
Tranquility.
Focus.
Not sure what this is.
Ruins of a former village shed?
Another one, with a nice view.
Dreamy landscape.
I’m not the only one enjoying the landscape.
He said he didn’t mind when I asked to take the photograph.
Had a nice chat with his wife and him about the view. His wife showed me sunset photographs on her phone.
Secret passage to Narnia…
Why do you take pictures of the same scenes around the village all the time, asks the wife.
Because the light is different, says the shoot shadow master.
Also because the camera is different. (It’s a Leica M3 this time.)
It’s a different film. It’s Venus 800 of a particular vintage (expired 2016).
The shoot shadow master is wise.
The clouds are luminious – the shoot shadow master looks and looks again.
The shoot shadow master finds different things to look at.
The shoot shadow master frames nature.
The shoot shadow master dreams of people.
All hail the shoot shadow master…
Wifey and I met up with a fellow Singaporean who lives a few villages away.
She takes cultivation to a whole new level of commitment.
This is not quite street photography but still…
She spoke of dealing with international suppliers and import licenses.
Her husband and I talked for a bit. But mostly we were listening to our wives’ conversation.
Pretty flowers.
Interesting plant thing.
It takes discipline and patience.
Some more pretty flowers whose names I don’t know.
Pear or lemon?
Work in progress.
Pretty pink flowers.
Nice red things… er… chilli?
Garden table.
Sunflowers!
Wifey took home a plant called limau kasturi.
There’s another one called laksa plant. For making laksa – this I know.
Pandan! For making desserts and chicken rice.
This must be chilli.
Even the plant outside her gate is pretty.
Thinking.
Waiting.
Joy.
Future.
Possibly.
Nothing to say.
Sometimes we forget and speak.
Like the door is not shut.
Imperfections.
Looking back.
The ground is hard.
What a year.
We’re waiting for it to be over but it’s still happening.
Quietly.
We seek consolation.
We wait.
Quietly, quietly.
A broken path is still a path.
There’s a waiting boat.
When will we be children again.
Or do we bend to wisdom of our age.
Another day of not going anywhere, thanks to Covid-19.
Walked around and looked at nothing.
But there’s no such thing as nothing.
Everything speaks.
Our aspirations and joy.
Rules in many languages.
Things tell our lives.
Things arranged into sense.
Things in order.
The observer becomes a shadow.
Another day of not going anywhere.
Feeling like this.
Covid-19, Covid-19, please go away.
Feeling like this.
Still, we walk.
There’s still beauty.
A self to cultivate.
As we go from here to there.
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