The range of imagery in Hong Kong is breathtaking.
You think about things.
There’s a mental itch you can’t get to and a glimmer you’re aiming at.
When will Godot arrive? You look again.
At things we do.
At how we live.
The road not taken.
We have an apparatus for looking.
They look back.
This is something we look for.
A kind of mental space.
We work and rework.
And hope everything comes together at the end.
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This is culture as lived experience:
An ordinary life that is the subject of street photography.
Every year I return to Singapore for a period and some things don’t change.
The kacang puteh man is still there (there’s another photo of him in a post a year ago).
I tried another shot and he spotted me.
And another cobbler.
I stopped to buy my son an ice cream.
When doing street photography, bring along your child – you’ll look less conspicuous that way.
See? This guy actually smiled at my son and I.
I look like I’m helping my son with a school project…
My son dared me to take a picture of him up close – and I did.
And he pointed to them and said it would make a nice photograph – so I obliged.
He didn’t think the above would work – I think he’s right.
And he said the cyclist was looking the wrong way … again he’s right.
“Why did you take a picture of that building, daddy? Is that considered street photography?”
I thought the tie fluttering in the air might make this interesting.
He was trying to tack something onto the wood paneling and looked somewhat frustrated – I caught that moment.
That’s life – always under construction.
Thanks for reading.
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