Entry no.: 718
15 Feb 2009, 2:12 PM
Right in the middle of the alley—one of those aseptic Singapore back alleys—this gaunt old man was dozing in a wheelchair, feet down on the ground and looking rather comfortable. Maybe the chair was not his, then again, maybe it was. Silence so deep I could hear the doves behind him stepping quickly on the asphalt—also he could hear me sneaking closer.
I could only take one picture before he opened his eyes, looking at me without the slightest move.
Hands down, I bowed my head toward him, in a sudden sense of gratitude, apology and obligation.
With the understated grace of a reigning prince he acknowledged my deference with a nod and a slow blink, then—almost dismissively—he closed his eyes again. I immediately left, careful not to break the silence. I left him with the doves, on that patch of indecipherable serenity.
This is the picture I took.