2018 came late for me. I was still stuck in old ways and rushing my year’s project when the rest of the world moved ahead, refreshed and determined. And there I was, holed up at home with my laptop, notes, and refills of hot tea. I haven’t seen my face in a while, and my head’s wheezing from the cold I caught on the last day of the old year.
6 weeks on, I’m working on the last bits of work, running errands in between, stealing some hours on the weekend for appointments, but the tiny pockets of time that I have mostly go to tv – because all I really am doing is waiting for 2018 to happen. I’m not usually this way. Can’t wait for the time to reboot.
These mostly blurry shots were the result of experimenting with the Yashica Microtec Zoom 100, a compact camera which I found lying in an old drawer at home. I don’t think I have taken it out for a second test roll, although I really ought to give it another go. 2018 goal, maybe?
2017 was a year of broken resolutions, too much putting off of things, and tested confidence.
It was one I was thankful for nonetheless. Small everyday moments reigned this year (will write about this another time). There was more letting go and sharing. Acquaintances and friends, old and new, and family, guided my path and renewed a part of me with little reminders, advice and their presence.
And above all, 2017 was a year of laying foundations. In 2018, with a thankful heart and nourished mind, I am ready to be a better version of myself.
This late morning, I was on a comfortably-packed train, wondering if I should drop by the poke bowl shop to pick up lunch before heading for the office. I had a small craving for it, but not enough to rule out a simple sandwich, or a bowl of noodles, completely.
Lost in thought over my first-world problem, my idle fingers found the folder of film-taken pictures on my phone. I should post something on the blog, I thought above my lunch thoughts.
I flipped through pictures of my Italy holiday, my multiple Taiwan escapades, and weekend walks, pleased to see them again. Then my finger hit a folder of experimental double-exposed (and somewhat failed) photos. I had connected with a stranger on the other side of the world for this little project, and for my part, I wandered into the streets off East Coast Road to complete it.
But as I looked at these photos, it wasn’t the stranger I thought of. Or the streets I could no longer name. Or the reason why I couldn’t take a proper double-exposed photo. My thoughts strayed onto the companion who’s absent, yet undeniably present in all the photos.
Strange how life could change the course of a friendship, how archives and archives of fond memories were not enough to keep it together. Not nearly enough.
Then the overhead sound system announced my stop. I barely heard it, but my body has learnt the routine, and I stepped out to join the rest of the working crowd.
While navigating the Olle trail, we lost the markers and ended up here. This slice of nature is a wondrous and timely reminder for me, that straying off your planned route is not all that bad; sometimes it can bring you the most pleasant surprises, and even gains.
For us, there it is, our tiny surprise. A garden swing, partly overtaken by the grass growing around it. Enough to conjure a childlike excitement in us. And so we stole some time off our plans, and made our way to it through hints of an old trodden path, swinging ourselves to the tune of a peaceful mid-afternoon. And I was thinking then, what a beautiful world we live in.