Kinship In Auckland

Upon setting foot in Auckland, I was somewhat intimidated, for I have been away from larger cities and crowds for awhile. This bustling city is where 1/3 of New Zealand ‘s population crowds together resides. It is also one of the most popular gateways to the North Island. Due to its liveliness and thriving trade, people often have the misconception that Auckland is the capital of New Zealand. (In case you too are mistaken, it is not.)

As I walked down the streets, I can’t help thinking of Nagasaki, Japan. Long ago, I’ve walked down streets that are not too different from these. This city is familiar yet foreign. Amid the lively Kiwi streets, my exploration began with a relaxed gait.

I did not have an exact destination in mind. Instead, I allowed my curiosity to lead me. Symbols of interest called to me and I followed. My aimless free-minded trail led me to art galleries, interesting alley, a windy harbour and roads that are graced with intriguing wall art.

“Trouble follows me everywhere I go”. Not really. Maybe. Just sometimes.

I didn’t realised it then. But I must have felt a certain kinship with the subjects of my snapshots. A pattern that I haven’t noticed before was emerging. These people or matters that I captured seem to speak volumes of how I feel. Somehow, I managed to find my familiar strangers in a foreign land. Looking at my shots, I realised that this is a strange form of kinship.

Hello Strangers, Hello Me

I agree. Death is going to get you anyway. Live life to the fullest!

Captive and bounded, but his heart remains free. Catch me if you can!

A quiet moment. We all need it once in awhile.

Stop and admire the art on streets. Are you thinking what I am thinking? There’s something intriguing about someone’s back. 

I recognised that look on your face. You are not alone. 

She walks on determinedly, as always. 🙂

Young heart never dies. Sprint on and take the world by storm!:)