Hort Park
The heat stung our skin during our little adventure to someplace I never know existed in Singapore. All we gain through the whole walk was photographic stills of what we have seen locked into our minds and 2 pairs of exhausted feet.
My camera and I have a love/hate relationship. They always say that the camera is never the important tool to great photographic shots but the eye behind the lens. But I guess after leaving my slr to rust (highly impossible) for two years now, I suppose I’ll let it guide me instead taking control.
Decomposition can be so lovely
bee’s butt
Asian boy’s hands
An example of a terrible way of declaring your love
No penknife? Improvise!
On the sauce…
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