Photography, to me, is just like writing prose. It's about capturing the moment--the lights, the emotions, the temperature, the thoughts, the sounds. When we read a story--the good ones, at least--we visualize what is written. Text is translated into images. The same goes for photography. Images are translated into sounds and evoke emotions.
I believe that having the luxury of treating photography, illustration and prose-writing as something I love instead of main income generators affords me the freedom to just jump into it whenever I feel inspired. It's not about being perfect, it's not about impressing others. If others are impressed, well, that's a big bonus for me.
Kuala Lumpur early in the morning gives off a vibe that you will not get at other times. The heavy traffic may be bothersome for others, but I've learned to appreciate the time it gives us--provided the air conditioning is in working order, of course. When I was still schooling, my parents used the time we were stuck in traffic to talk. The topic didn't matter. Now, because I drive alone, I get to put on the music full-blast and sing along to the songs. I get to think about work, about my characters, about plots.
But when you get to places like KLCC Park, you can hear the world breathe. The sounds of traffic are a faded background, and if you stand still, you can hear the hasty footsteps of people passing by, the rustle of tamarind leaves, the call of barristas welcoming customers, the hiss of steamers, everything that amounts to the throbbing heart of the city.
Since I came back from Kelantan, every day that I got to stop by KLCC to buy my 'usual' order of a venti caramel signature hot chocolate and an apple multigrain muffin, I snapped at least one picture from the park. Instagram has been a boon, and I'm having plenty of fun thinking up ways to diversify my perspectives.
I hope you'll enjoy imagining the sounds of KLCC Park waking up.
Lovely, lovely pictures--I like the whipped-cream and cinnamon one, I think--and all the different views of the towers.
So, heartbeat of the city--what would you think of standing on your back porch and it's so quiet you can hear the traffic on the highway 5 miles away? And the owls hunting? And the wind in the sage?
Yeah, creepy, I know. ;) I love it, though.
Posted by: Breanna Teintze | Saturday, June 30, 2012 at 04:39 AM