Photostory posted on Exposure: Walking Alone in the Rain.
The skies looked like they were about to unleash the fury of Zeus’ full bladder. But photography has always been this tug of war between the vision in my head (sunshine piercing through clouds, lighting up the pagodas beneath) and what I’ve been given (flat light, low contrast, little colour).
I would try to make the best of what I had - I did not want to waste the trip this morning.
As the drops fell it became a game of cat and mouse. I walked out when the rain was a light drizzle and ducked under the shelter of pavilions and pagodas whenever the rain threatened to pelt me silly.
I met an elderly man sitting behind one of the pagodas. For the past few decades, he has been on the waters, clearing the lake of discarded plastic bags and bottles. He recounted how these gardens used to be filled with newlyweds going about their phototaking. These days, the newly married would rather go to the spanking new Gardens by the Bay, he said.
I wondered if Singapore treated its elderly the same way. We’ve built a city for the young and driven.
There were at least half a dozen signs at the gates to the gardens stating what was prohibited: no food and drinks; no smoking; no fishing; and skateboarding. That included my little kickscooter.
I spent a good hour and a half photographing these leggy supermodels. The rain meant that I had pretty much the whole gardens to myself. The birds were quite comfortable as I inched towards them for a closer shot. They were the real residents of these gardens, and I was privileged to be their guest.
Guess the rain wasn’t such a bad thing after all.