Thursday, April 20, 2006


Sitting in the spotless white Mercedes taxi, the driver tells me, “Singapore has three seasons. Hot, Hotter and Hottest. This is the middle season.”

You could have fooled me.

I wander along the waterfront, then into the financial district. Imagine a place populated by the spawn of a captive breeding program mating tax accountants and structural engineers.

A torpid cloud hangs over us, storm clouds threatening downpours and belching thunder. I’m soaked before the rain finds me. As dusk fell, the approaching storm clouds began to spit lightning. I balanced the camera on a guard rail, went for a long exposure and hoped for the best.

No comments: