I was having a casual conversation with a friend of mine in Hong Kong during lunch. We both started with traditional black and white and we don't have a lot of experience with color. He said, "if you shoot color, it ought to be one of your subjects; otherwise, why not simply express in black and white since you're not taking advantage of color." I think it makes a lot of sense. With that principle in mind, I forayed into the realm of color for my first time.
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Vending machines in Shinjuku (新宿), Tokyo.
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It was Jan 1, 2009. I came across this cart after visiting my grandfather whose body was laid to rest in Cheung Chau (長洲). I love the mysterious mood and the muted colors.
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Abandoned house around Sheung Wan (上環)
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Vending machines in Shinjuku (新宿), Tokyo.
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It was Jan 1, 2009. I came across this cart after visiting my grandfather whose body was laid to rest in Cheung Chau (長洲). I love the mysterious mood and the muted colors.
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Abandoned house around Sheung Wan (上環)
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ReplyDeleteOn the whole, I still prefer your black & white work. However, I do like the abandoned house.
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ReplyDeleteWho once walked home on these steps everyday?
Greeted by whose laughter, whose kiss?
Perhaps a drama behind closed doors
Perhaps a quiet existence
But to a certain whom - a bed, a home, a warmth
A spot on which lovers used to stand
A doorknob familiar to someone’s hand
A window still half reveals
Imprinted faces and dreams
Memories have dwindled, life moved on
But the abandoned door still whispers
Quiet tales in forlorn purple
Thanks for your poem. I especially like your last 3 lines. It captures the essence of what I was trying to capture with my lens.
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