All posts tagged: hong kong

Textures: A Biking Trip

This past summer I went on an afternoon biking trip with my family. I decided to take my Fuji Instax Mini Neo Classic 90 (named Estella) with me and spend exactly and only one cartridge of 10 shots documenting my trip (no supplementing digital snaps or videos on camera or on my cell phone). I am still learning how to use it properly, learning how to frame through the inaccurate viewfinder and adjust the light and mode settings for the appropriate environments. Needless to say, the idea of only 10 chances with no room for error was daunting. What resulted was a really interesting self-reflection on the tensions that arose in me whenever I biked past a particularly beautiful spot, or wanted to capture a specific image. The desires to capture and remember are beautiful desires; they tell me what I love and value the most. But it is when I am faced with a limited number of opportunities, when I have to pick between my desires that I start to really be intentional about …

Textures of Hong Kong

Hong Kong is the city my family and I have called home for the last ten years. The Hong Kong I know is intimate, quiet, and familiar. It looks like very much like adolescence and domestic space. It is consistent and soft rhythm. It is full of my growing selves, solitary and in community.     Photos in Order:  1. Taiwanese Restaurant in TaiPo Center 2. View from the Central Ferry Pier 3. The sands of Cheung Chau 4. Salesian Retreat Second Floor Window 5. The taxi stand at TaiPo Center 6. The view from my living room

Transience: A homecoming

The high-rises on the highway are built now. People have been living in them for a while, haven’t they. It takes me exactly 20 minutes to get to where I want to go. These are the trains of my poetry. This rocking under my feet. These windows. My ears adore the whirring of a fan. I still sleep on the floor. I have always loved sleeping on floors. In the middle of the night I wake up to this sticky sticky heat. The mountains and their open skies. Storm skies. Sitting skies. Wind skies. The sunsets from the 6th floor. The winking evening of apartments. The light from this window. It is difficult. My emotion about returning. What if there is no feeling not already known. What if there is no need for profundity. To be surprised by change and relearn a tongue. To be disloyal as other cities fall away from my shoulders. What if everything is ordinary. Ah, but the sky above this city is full of drama. No even that, even that …