These were taken one morning outside main entrance of the Chief Executive’s office, which was blocked by the protestors. Trust had been lost in the police after they had allegedly transported boxes containing ammunition supplies into the governor’s building with an ambulance, so the protestors were wanting to check further ambulance’s driving past barricades. A police officer was apparently taken ill due to the intense heat and needed medical attention. After some negotiations, the protesters allowed an ambulance through their barricades and the officer was taken away.
The site of pro-democracy protesters resting on their highway, blocked off by barricades, is one we now almost take for granted in Hong Kong. A first time visitor might not be able to imagine that this currently serene and peaceful spot was one of the main traffic routes less than a month ago.
I wish I could have been there to witness protesters spilling onto the road because they felt they had no better alternative to voice their demands. The sound of the collective sounding of commuter horns must have been pretty exhilarating to the ears of the students. I’m amazed they have managed to stay this long after subsequently being exposed to tear gas, pepper spray, charging police and possibly most annoyingly of all, getting soaked to the bone during hours of heavy rain followed by passing gusts of cool wind – and then blazing sun.
My journey to work does take longer these days, but I love my commute, walking in an area that has now come to represent what Hong Kong is about, for me at least. And long may it last.
I posted this photo a couple of weeks ago, but looking back at it now I realise there was no need for a crop and that the space works better around the guy, rather than questioning my original framing of the moment and making it a bit too in your face. Sometimes you should just trust your original instincts and today’s access to editing tools tends to make me forget that. Will also be doing the same for another recent post shortly.
When I was twenty years old I spent four hours in Paris and half that time was at a tattoo convention I was attending. I only managed to look up from the bottom of the Eiffel Tower that time so I was determined to make it up to the top during my stay in Paris. It was well worth the wait and something I would recommend everyone does at least once in their life.