What the fuck is going on at 7AM

as I tumble through the labyrinth of back alleys, which end where someone's front porch begins.  Old men smoking, butchers hacking, women hawking, groups of elderly spoon fed dim sum from some Filipino nanny, and me, and the other nine to fivers, maneuvering to the ferry with exhausted enthusiasm.

I see red I see orange I see green, yeah I see blue

Color film and I will never get along.  Sometimes that's not such a bad thing.

Lunchtime in 3 steps

All taken in Sham Shui Po on my lunch break.

Shake it!

Catch me if you can

Lessons in parenting while picking the perfect starfruit

Waffles, bubble tea, solitude

The Last of Lamma's Farmers

This man's farm may be quaint and makeshift(a paint bucket with rag for mailbox) but I guarantee that not long after an apocalypse like extravaganza he will be one of the most visited and adored residents on Lamma.