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.
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
Captive and bounded, but his heart remains free. Catch me if you can!
Young heart never dies. Sprint on and take the world by storm!:)