All A Dream

Hollywood Road at dusk.


eems like a dream. All those years ago. I haven’t been back in a long time. Hong Kong felt like, and was home. I thought that I would always come back. You know how that goes. You promise yourself you’ll be back every few years or so. It happens once. Then, it peters out. And, out and out.

I knew a version of this picture was languishing in my archives. I forgot about this version. Well, not this version exactly. I once made an iteration that was hard, dark and contrasty. They say art reflects the artist. I don’t know what I was thinking when I worked on it, but it doesn’t reflect my outlook today. Not even close.

I lightened the image, reduced the contrast and tossed a glow filter on it. I opened the shadows as much as I could and viola, we have it.

It didn’t take much. Just six years and 17 hours in the air. And, a few minutes working on the picture.

I do keep in touch with one person there. He’s an expatriot (WordPress AI says this isn’t a word) from Great Britain. Birmingham, I think. He and his late wife adopted two Chinese girls. Both are grown. One has made him a grandfather and is about to make him one two times over.

When the girls were younger and everyone lived at home they used to look after me almost every weekend. They lived on Lantau Island, on the other side of the island from the international airport, near Silvermine Bay or Mui Wo. I used to take the ferry and spend the weekend.

Imagine that. Living on a concrete island but being able to spend my weekends right on the beach. It was wet, cooler and much less humid. On the other hand when a big typhoon blew in it was completely exposed. In case you are wondering, a typhoon spins in the reverse of a hurricane.

All of this brings up one more thing.

Transportation. I didn’t ever have a car. I didn’t need one. I always took public transportation. Sometime I rode in a taxi, a car. But, I didn’t drive. Unlike America, there are so many options. You could ride an MTR (subway), a ferry, a bus, a mini bus, a trolley or a high speed catamaran (You took those to Macau, which I used to do to leave Hong Kong and renew my travel visa. Eventually I applied for a resident visa.)

Do you know the famous Star Ferry, the one that crosses Victoria Harbor? If I wasn’t in a hurry to get across the harbor I rode that to Kowloon. If I went around dusk, what a view I had. What a treat. What a wonderful memory.

What a wonderful time.



2 responses to “All A Dream”

  1. Doug Wilson Avatar
    Doug Wilson

    I have fond memories of Hong Kong and Kowloon from when I was wearing a sailor suit in 1959 and again in 1983 when a group of ASMP photographers visited China on a much too short ten day trip. They say that for every six people on this planet you will have someone that in some way has a connection to you. My friend Matt Brown and I were walking down street in Kowloon and heads were turned when Matt almost bumped into another pedestrian going the opposite direction. They stopped and stared at each other, Matt and this guy had gone to college with each other several years ago.

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    1. Ray Laskowitz Avatar

      I spent only a short time there. Only six years. Heh. I worked for The Image Bank/Kodak making books and catalogs. I didn’t photograph as much as I would have today because film is expensive. I did manage to go through a case of Velvia every six months or so. Although HK has changed dramatically since then, but I still know my way around.


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