The Lines of Time

This lady deserves her own blog post. Why? because she's seen a lot of change in Bali. I asked her how old she was and she answered after much contemplation " I was around seventeen years old when i was kidnapped by the Japanese army during their occupation of Bali during world war two" she followed on to say she had fought her way free of their oppression. A feistyness not lost, just dormant in her mature, 86 year old self. The look in...

Singapore is not lost

A place like Singapore, steeped in a history that spans from a seafaring age to a time of airborne war, a comedy of errors that caused it's loss and consequently the loss of Singapore's essence, is a troublesome place to look at through the lens. But look I did and I found something in the excessive peace and tranquil sedation that the city lays almost dormant beneath. Human beings create consequences to their ideologies...