I remembered peering out of the airplane window upon landing and thinking to myself, this looks like a total opposite of Singapore. Stepping out into the airport terminal at around 12 plus midnight, it was like the city was deep in slumber and I was an unannounced visitor, slipping pass the immigration gates. Together with my 2 travel buddies, we went to pick up our rented car for this trip. The feeling of cold emptiness persisted throughout the ride, as once again my eyes were greets by sights of darkness and empty streets.
Upon reaching our accommodation at around 2.30am, I was restless despite the lack of sleep and was eager to explore the streets even thou there was a light drizzle. It was a Sunday night, Boxing day, and the streets were empty save for a few partygoers who have decided that it was the end of their night. After getting some drinks and a local sim card from 7-11, I was back to exploring the streets. I ended up on Chinatown and right behind me was this beautiful scene that stopped me in my tracks. I was truly amazed by the peace and tranquility I felt despite being tired and cold.
Sometimes it’s not about getting the perfect shot, it’s about trying to capture the feeling of the place. Whenever I look back at this photograph, despite the fact that this was a photograph with imperfections, yet I always get transported back in time to the feeling of being at that street in Brisbane, under the light drizzling rain, feeling cold, tired, a sense of cold emptiness and the peaceful silence of the night accompanying my first encounter of Brisbane.
The rest of the trip was a total different story but that is a story best told in person. 😉