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Two Questions in a Castle

^ Guy's Tower of Warwick Castle through a battlementThe visit to Warwick Castle was an enlightening one.  I have a penchant for old buildings and history.  For that matter, I have read books about fortresses and Roman bath, etcetera.  So I literally ran around the castle with great gusto, clicking and clicking my camera.And there I went around by what was left of the moat, taking glimpses of the fortification the castle afforded the Earl's soldiers in guiding the building.  The weather was misty which just helped fan my imagination.  I went into different positions to assume how I could storm the castle from its weakest point if I had been the commander leading the invading army.Soon afterwards I was on the other bank of the river flowing between two meadows which visitors were forbidden entry.  But there I was, enthusiastically taking pictures in the drizzling rain.Of course I climbed up the towers.  And here comes the first question.If you've ever climbed up a tower of s…

She is a Lyric Poetry

She is like winter sunshine moving along the windowsillThe sight of which makes you jump out of the quiltFetch a camera even though you are in your briefs stillLest she will be gone before catching of her an everlasting glimpseNevin H. Lawrence 17th October 2009I met Rowena by chance.  There the urge of my camera and her sweet smiles plus the D&G watch and the matching colours on her accumulated into some unknown chutzpah with which I asked her for permission to take some photos of her. Some say travelling is an education in itselfI say travelling is like a book per seTravelling only gets you further in distance but not in the headLike a book with nothing to gain until it have been readNevired Owen 17th October 2009Life is full of good surprises and bad ones, which doesn't really matter until you stand embracing them.  Embrace them, good or bad, because if life can be reduced to one word it would be "risk".  Life is a risk from exactly the moment you were just a fert…

Peeping thru' the Hole

It was great to be able to meet real people again other that the plants, trees and vegetation.   The schedule here in the UK is terribly tight.  The ever evolving itinerary adds to the headache.  But the sheer sighting of people compelled me to stop.  Looking into the rubbish bin through the upright electronic viewfinder, I, bending my body, made myself a point of focus.  This turned out to be helpful cos people were actually looking direct to the lens.Again, try using street furniture or anything you see fit in the street to frame your photos.  This will work wonder to them.I dunno why but she made me think of :Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Dont cha, dont cha
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Dont cha, dont chaThis man, as terribly cool (around 11 degree centigrade it was) as he might have about himself in mind, in a way makes for a great come…

Making Love to Trees

Trees trees, roads roads, nothing nothing.... such is a poem I once read about the poet's first impression about the landscape of Australia in the mid-twentieth century.  I have the same impression of the landscape of UK while soon after arrival being whisked along the highway.  I've been to UK before though.  But it was different from Hong Kong in many way, most notably to a street photographer.In an international city like Hong Kong, the street is forever packed with actions whereas quite countryside is within a short drive from the city.  There are a much wider variety of shooting themes and subjects to choose from, not least to improvise.In the little town I am staying, the quietness, complicated by the notorious British weather which shines in a minute and rains in another making you unsure about venturing out to shoot photos, compels the photographer to work with the most willing flowers or glasses or squirrels or grazing cattle.What saved the day was that there were som…

On Arrival

^The poor people were leaving the cramped lower-class, aka economy class, cabin after the long haul.  The scare legroom made me wonder if I did really pay for the fare or it was free.Arrival makes you feel lighter at heart, "Thank goodness, the long haul is over finally." It prompts you to a thought in wanting of a great lot of things: a pee stop at the loo, a SIM stop at the phone card kiosk, a question stop about the public transport, to say a few.  After the interrogation by the immigration officers they are.Arrival lets you see the hypocrisy of a place in an educational way.< Hong Kong Int'l AirportI saw people going through the border checkpoints in some country bribe the officers for saving them the blanket search of visitors' luggage and thus the time.  That's hypocrisy in one way.On arrival in UK, I noticed that all immigration officers were non-Caucasians.  Then, the bus drivers; the cleaning ladies; the porter office people; the security men.  That&#…

Goodbye for Now, Hong Kong

As you are reading this, I have been through this:HK ------a--long------->
--------haul--------->UKI am staying in UK for two weeks and expect to post what I am seeing there.  But just in case I will be too occupied to get online and write,  you may find some old posts interesting, especially those under the tags Links to Special Projects, Culture and New / Old.

I See Things

To supplement the posts on the Ghost Festival,  I share with you the ghosts in human form seen at an exhibition.  While other photographers were shooting the scantly clad showgirls, I was looking around for the more interesting scenes around.Have a good day!