"Take the moon." was what he said while I had my left eye looking through my Yashica aiming at something else. If you have noticed today's sunset, the sun was like the red circle of Japan's flag and the sky was it's unpainted canvas. I politely hit pause on my music, removed my earpiece and he repeated what he said, puzzled, I looked at the sun, back at him and said "sun?" He then continued to talk about how it resembled the recent blood moon he saw at 5 am beginning of this month. At first, it was just a polite smile and nodding, you know how Singaporeans avoid strangers, any contact or conversation should always be kept at the minimal, he asked me if I was Singaporean at least 5 times, why I do not possess the typical accent (besides "sun" I did converse with him). And I simply replied because the Singlish is nothing to be proud of, (I know I do use Lah, Leh, Loh) then he continued to check if I was a true blue, born and bred Singaporean.
So after 10 minutes conversing by the roadside, I learnt that Gary, 60, half retiring, enjoys studying religion and refused me the answer of what he does. And to end it off, I asked for a picture.
All in all, why I love photography is how it brings me closer to people than I have ever expected or wanted. The reason why they have started conversations simply was because of photography. Strangely as much as I am an introvert, I highly enjoy conversations with strangers, because everybody knows something that you don't.
I didn't get the shot I was going for, but all is good.
