#homekong

I love this shot. Not entirely sure why. Maybe it’s the play of light and shadow, the fresco-like cracks around the edges of the building, or the hanging gardens ascending from its base, which itself ascends from the hill and the sea below. Or maybe the student in the foreground, still tiny against the cargo ship in the water, representing two of this city’s industries. For whatever reason, Pokfulam has a dream-like quality to me. I can attribute it at least partly to time spent at their flat here when I first visited Hong Kong in the mid-2010s; time with beautiful friends when the city represented so many dreams and great optimism about the direction the world might go. I then hoped to spend regular time in the mainland, building friendships with academics there. Things everywhere felt like they were opening and the world was becoming better. The energy around that was in the air, and palpable… Well, here we are. We have what we need and so much to be grateful for. I love this city. I don’t know how this period will wash out in the books, but God is good and his faithfulness is vast. And golden hour in Pokfulam is stunning.