Saturday, September 17, 2005
This trip, I saw so many things I wanted to share, and was so frustrated when I just couldn�t seem to capture the essence of that moment in a photograph.
I wanted to share how the stars were strewn across the blackness of the sky like jewels, and how the gibbous crescent was like an arc of gleaming silver. I wanted to share how at 2pm in the afternoon you could see the same moon, peeking out dully grey in the surreally clear blue sky.
I wanted to share the sight of dark storm clouds and vague mountains looming above a forested valley, and the way the dying afternoon sun hit the winding rollercoaster roads and turned the rocky port-holed highways a blinding white.
I wanted to share how the sunset set the sky on fire, and how its embers continued to glower among the clouds, how the human eye continues to see this long after the camera had given up trying to see. I wanted to share how the crashing ocean - an actual, roaring, furious ocean quite unlike Singapore's tame seas - drew white foam arcs that turned the sand into wet rainbows in the blush of sunset.
No photo could do justice to all these. And no photo could do justice to the desolation I felt knowing all I had were words and memory.
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