Having lived here for the better part of the past 10 years, I've always known that the void deck at my block was nowhere close to being empty of life. In fact, every Sunday morning, many folks - mostly senior gentlemen - would gather at a designated area of said void deck with their lively, singing pets.
Birds. Birds of all kinds. They were all in cages, but they were always singing. Perhaps of happiness, maybe to mate, possibly cries of escape. I don't speak bird so I shan't dwell too much on this.
So I was recently jolted by a couple of like-minded individuals to the fact that I hadn't once taken a shot of anywhere in my neighbourhood, and especially of this weekly affair. Off I went and decided to go on a little "adventure" which led me into the nearby wet market that was always bustling with life.
I have to admit: This is my first ever experience taking a camera and actually shooting in a wet market. What I found though, was that these neighbourly folks didn't seem to mind a camera in their faces as much as those in the city. Why is this?
Anyway, I'm gonna be out cold for the night in a bit, so please, do enjoy this, and go appreciate your own neighbourhood just a little more than you have. You might learn it's not so mundane at all.
