The Beauty of the Walk

Alleyway at old Tiong Bahru Estate

Alleyway at old Tiong Bahru Estate

I love to walk. And if I were to be honest about it, I love and indeed, need the long walk of a solitary and contemplative nature, a time where I have a chance to reflect, think and pray. This truth is made more poignant in light of what has transpired in my life and especially in the face of what happened over the past 2 months.

Rusted metal gate at old Tiong Bahru Estate

Rusted metal gate at old Tiong Bahru Estate

Old Tiong Bahru Estate, Singapore

Old Tiong Bahru Estate, Singapore

Laundry hanging at old Tiong Bahru Estate

Laundry hanging at old Tiong Bahru Estate

Front porch of a unit at the old Tiong Bahru Estate

Front porch of a unit at the old Tiong Bahru Estate

Walking with my camera in hand has come to represent for me a therapy of sorts, a quiet act of healing as I throw myself into the arms of serendipity, confronting each new scene unfolding before my eyes with a kind of focus achieved through the temporal escape from reality. As I trudge through the streets of Japan last year, I felt the thrill of frenetic motion sweeping me into a dreamy landscape where dark figures hurtled towards unknown destinations, and a sense of peace and tranquility emanated from this lack of verbal communication in the surge of humanity.

3 heads,Tokyo, Japan

3 heads,Tokyo, Japan

Street Protest, Shinjuku, Tokyo

Street Protest, Shinjuku, Tokyo

I recently felt the need to walk again. But alas, I am no longer in Japan, but the nature, and beauty of the walk remains the same. I took a few walks in the past 3 weeks, seeking God, thinking and at the same time, reveling once again in the lack of a definite destination a long walk entails.

A field of flowers, Istana Park, Singapore

A field of flowers, Istana Park, Singapore

Walking along Orchard Road, Singapore

Walking along Orchard Road, Singapore

Even when they are people with me, the movement and  energy that is required means that there is no “arrival” and no sense of a place or destination – the fluid nature of a walk focuses my mind and generates creative ideas; the flow of thoughts only matched by the extend to which I am immersed in the experience of walking.

Super Trees at Gardens by the Bay, Singapore

Super Trees at Gardens by the Bay, Singapore

Sun lit tables and chairs at Gardens by the Bay

Sun lit tables and chairs at Gardens by the Bay

Kids enjoying the space at Gardens by the Bay

Kids enjoying the space at Gardens by the Bay

Will it be a bullish year for the economy in 2013?

Will it be a bullish year for the economy in 2013?

And once in a while, I take a picture.

Sunset over Marina Bay Sands

Sunset over Marina Bay Sands

A walk at a different time yields a different view of Marina Bay Sands

A walk at a different time yields a different view of Marina Bay Sands

Super trees at the Silver Garden at Gardens by the Bay. This is a huge area of man made greenery away from the city.

Super trees at the Silver Garden at Gardens by the Bay. This is a huge area of man made greenery away from the city.

Crowds watching marine life at SEA Aquarium at Sentosa

Crowds watching marine life at SEA Aquarium at Sentosa

Professor Gwyn Thomas, the Welsh poet and academic once said “But the beauty is in the walking – we are betrayed by destinations.” I love it that when I walk, I’m not so concerned about the destination but more on the visceral flood of thoughts and ideas in my mind as I attempt to sort them out, and the visual pleasure of seeing a moment, a scene and putting that down in print using my camera.

Sometimes we do need to take the proverbial road less travelled

Sometimes we do need to take the proverbial road less travelled

The time will come when we will soar, in our own time and season.

The time will come when we will soar, in our own time and season.

Raymond L. Myers said “If you seek creative ideas go walking. Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk.” With my camera in hand, the healing and thinking process is complete.

Kid pushing pram at old Tiong Bahru estate.

Kid pushing pram at old Tiong Bahru estate.

It’s time to go for a walk.

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