25 December 2010
Tis Christmas Eve
There was darkness and then there was candles , in an unusually dark chapel at 1700 in the evening.
A strange story about a moldy orange , which an eight year old (closer to nine as she says ) found very interesting.
A Christmas tree shining through the grey skyline.
At a corner coffee shop , a father playing with his two young sons . "This little piggy went to Wanchai to dance with the girls..." . An early start...
Three sisters play Rock , Paper Scissors in the tube . All grown up , yet with their girly giggles and sibling quarrels, they are in a world of their own .
A teenage daughter and her mother standing still on a escalator . Bags in their hands . The mother slightly leans forward and kisses her little girl's hair ..Oh so tenderly and yet discretely. Lest you make a young miss very embarrassed. You could see the memories of years filling up her mind .