Again I find myself walking around Admiralty.
There are messages I’d like to read again and again.
An expression of people’s will.
A bicycle – I wasn’t sure if that’s an exhibit or simply a bicycle.
That’s an exhibit for sure – I saw this same car on campus at CUHK the other day.
“Jan Po Suen” is the Cantonese pronunciation for true universal suffrage.
George Orwell. Has it really come to this?
Translation: unity is strength.
The number of hours that must have been spent making these.
But the medium is the message, I’d think.
Meaning all of these are so fragile and vulnerable.
Not unlike the will of a people.
That’s the People’s Liberation Army Forces Hong Kong Building – a very visible ominous reminder.
Would a people’s determination be enough?
History, we know, will sort out the villains and the heroes.
They’ve even got a map, in case a visitor is lost.
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Camera: Canon 600D
Legacy Lens: Vivitar 24mm F 2.8
Every day, we do the same thing.
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.
And hope for the best.
And then we eat.
And after all that, we’ll be merry.
For collectors: some images from this post are available as open edition prints.
Why street photography?
1. Because it is always work in progress.
2. Because we’re all looking for something.
3. Because we’re waiting.
4. Because it deals with the mundane, and reality can be mundane.
5. Because it’s another way of looking at ourselves.
6. Because it is artful waiting.
7. Because we’re born to say “Let there be art”.
8. Because it’s a way, like any other.
Again, at Tsim Sha Tsui.
There’s so much happening here.
I don’t mean shopping and eating, though there’s lots of it too.
Sometimes we’re bored while waiting for the bus…
But there’s so much to see …
I suppose it’s about framing and movement…
There’re so many people at work.
I figured I could fire off two clicks before they notice me …
I simply love the lomography effect with Fuji Superia 800 film.
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I’m waiting for a bus… waiting for a bus…
That’s not the bus …
So sleepy …
Looking out the window…
Whose hand is that?
And then I realise some moments are pure poetry …
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I suppose in some way, photographs could be said to be projections of the photographer’s mood…
What are we looking for, at the end of the day?
Sometimes we search for it alone.
Sometimes we swim with friends.
And then we vanish…
Waiting, for our train to stop or to start
a line, we want our clockwork poetry.
We want spreadsheets to write a smile
on a Chinese businessman’s face.
Surely there is a law against waiting too long:
we bow to the lesser gods.
On the station concourse, we exchange life
too quickly for a message on our phones.
Like me, you are a man limping
without a watch and a tie.
We need assurances of fortune cookies
out of the smelting factory of our days.
Sometimes I am tired like a tourist
eating popcorn in an amusement park.
We are snails out of a shell of countries –
can there be a Spirit like water from a stone?
My wallet is a short talisman against the hour –
is there a book waiting to be read?
Poem and photograph previously featured in Friends Newsletter. Hong Kong: Friends of the Art Museum, CUHK. Jan 2013 Issue.