Stories in Photographs

There were a number of photographs I had taken through the years that I am proud of. I looked at them not as mere photographs but as storytellers.  Our photographs speak to us when we fill in the space with our own stories. Allow me to share a few of them.

Kho Kred, Pakkred, Nonthaburi

An abandoned house, tattered and old, gave me a feeling of haunting melo-drama that can be filled with sadness, tears and regrets.  The scattered branches added drama with few leaves left, making the entire photograph looked nostalgic and mysterious.

Siem Reap, Cambodia

A wide pillar became a window where one can see the ruins of Angkor Wat. The effect of the structures with its colours and texture radiated a historical essence reminisce of royalty and monkhood.  A view with a majestic story welcomed that one person who peeked.

Bohol, Philippines

The fading cream colour of the tiles was a fitting reminder of how the ground became discoloured because of the number of visitors and devotees that flocked the church.  For each knee that knelt down or feet that walked on them carried a severity of one's burden of overwhelming trouble or a delight of gratitude and heaping appreciation.  The contrast alone spoke volume.

Taipei, Taiwan

Expansive and linear, Shongsan Park reflected the purpose and vision of those who built this place seeing throngs of people visiting now and in the future. They were visionaries and worked along the needs of the country and its people.

Pakkred, Nonthaburi, Thailand

And lastly, the branches stretched in the air reminded me of hands reaching out to heaven.  This became my backdrop to a letter I wrote for both my mum and my dad, after their demise.  The tree became my only elected tool of connectivity to a long lost form of communication.  It was, and still is,  a photograph filled with stories of regrets, hope and longing.