It’s nearly six o’clock in the evening as I stand at the harbors side watching an old Chinese junk boat make its way along the water in front of Hong Kong island. The postcard nature of the boat gives this moment a distinct ‘far eastern’ feel and reminds me, as if I needed it, that I am in Hong Kong.
It’s a landmark location, somewhere that everyone knows about, no matter how sketchy their geographical knowledge might be. Sure, maybe they can’t point to it on a map of the world, but they know it exists, they’ve heard of Hong Kong. And here I am, standing by the water watching that old junk boat sail past concrete giants that stand in such close company they look like they’re jostling for a prized spot on the water’s edge where they can stand tall, posing for postcards that will find themselves in the mailboxes of far away places.
I know it’s not a great picture, but I lift my camera and snap a photograph anyway knowing that sometimes it’s not the scene itself that you’re photographing, but the moment in which you find yourself.