Completing overdue primary school art homework. (Taken with instagram)
Specs floating on a piece of the sky. (Taken with instagram)
Possibly my version of a grad trip. (Taken with instagram)
Roll 0004 006small on Flickr.
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The saddest thing I saw all day. Was shooting around at the Columbarium when I saw this. The sun was setting behind me, it was starting to get dark, when a pacifier and a bunch of toys caught my attention.
“Born and Departed on 10 May 2009.”
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Apartment blocks in the afterlife.
Mandai Crematorium and Columbarium, Singapore.
Kranji War Memorial
Over the years as a photographer, I have been strangely attracted to graveyards. I love roaming through a graveyards, reading headstones, enjoying the breeze in the serene surroundings and try to get a glimpse into history.
Reading the headstones at Kranji War Memorial, I can’t help but feel sadness washing over me. Some men died in their 30s, and some died even before they could have tasted adulthood. Perhaps the only adulthood they had tasted was the war and its brutality, defending their empire and its beliefs.
At 22 years old, I stand before these 24,000 men and women who gave their life for my country. Many of which were younger than I was when they breathed their last. Many of them didn’t even come from here, and even though Singapore and Malaya fell to the Japanese, I still felt a strong sense of gratitude to these people.
Following photos were taken on 120mm Ilford Delta 400 and Fuji 160NC film.
“Private C.R. Weir, Age 19.”
“They died for all free men.”
Submarine shaped memorial with names of the soldiers who sacrificed their lives.
The memorial overlooks the Straits of Johore.
Have I shown you guys this absolutely squee photo of my nephew and I? Bonding over music.
Amber caught red handed eating my mother’s plant.
Asher’s first friendly contact with Spooky!
DSC_0007 copy1 on Flickr.
Photo with highest views on my Flickr stream…. on my friend Hotbabe! (Yes, I really do address her that and she responds.)
The stains on the walls still amuse me to this day. You probably won’t notice it if you were there yourself taking a five.
An email from Dad
Re: My Stress Management Tools
My father is not a man of many words. He seldom expresses his feelings in words, not as least to me, and I usually pick up on his non-verbal cues. Yesterday, he sent us an email with only four words in the email text: “My stress management tools”.
The email contains the following picture -
That’s his work desk with pictures of us on them, with my baby nephew. I simply love my dad.
Just a side note, I did the same when I was lonely working alone in Nepal- 
A picture of my work desk in Nepal - with instax stuck on the wall of photos of my best friends who came to send me off. (It also helped in preventing the department from downsizing my table….)
Not my best photo of her, but probably one of my favourite. Just love how she smiles when I point my camera at her. I dont particularly enjoy the shy reaction as a professional photographer as it involves a lot of cajoling, but this one I like.
