Footprints on sand dunes, ripples on the calm sea, dewdrops on a morning lawn...leave your signs here as your mind leads...
It was almost 7:00 pm. I
was glad that the shop was still open; otherwise, I would have had to come again
for the third time the next day.
I was browsing and
overheard the shop lady, likely the owner, having lively chatter about her
commodities with a middle-aged woman.
“This one is better than the others, and it’s more expensive,” the shop lady explained to the middle-aged woman while pointing her finger in my direction.
My hiking friends have teased me about my compact camera for the last few years. One of them, who used to be a photographer, reminded me that the camera was discontinued in 2016. I mocked him that I had made a very good decision to buy it in early 2015 then. Another one remarked that nobody would use such a ‘historical’ camera anymore and suggested I get an iPhone or the new HUAWEI, as they produced images better than the real thing. I chuckled and told her that I could not convince myself to spend that kind of money on a mobile phone.
In October 2023, during a hike, the shutter button of the camera occasionally failed to respond. I was embarrassed because my friends had to hold their poses whenever it misbehaved, and I had to restart the camera. I finally announced that it was going to retire soon. This camera had served me well, beyond my expectations, and it was about time to get a new one.
Finally, I got a WhatsApp message from a Miss Chan from the funeral parlour
this afternoon. It came at the right time, and I was grateful for that.
This morning, I thought I had done something really stupid when I looked at a photo on the computer and was thinking about deleting it for good. Miss Chan was asking for a photo. It is the photo of Uncle Nine, the only photo I took for him when I visited him at an elderly home.