November’s end

November’s been such a big month for me.
In some sort of a whirlwind, I have been most privileged to witness the poor and sick, the rich and powerful, as well as the joyous ties that bind.

Just as I was choking up sympathy and heartache from the dire conditions in a Siem Reap orphanage and the flooded beaches of Sihanoukville, it was onto visiting a cancer hospital in Hanoi where patients so badly need proper beds and better treatments.

I landed in the comparatively posh Changi Airport of Singapore and was into the next flight to the madness of Bangkok.

Then back in Singapore, a string of APEC shoots await. I finally, finally saw dear Mr Obama, all the other white house guys and a whole string of Asian politicians.

They aren’t worlds apart – The helpless and those in power – but never the twain shall meet.
But what prevents action to bridge divides?
Administration, jurisdiction, all the problems invented for the man, by man.

There is just some time alone to sit down now and pen some thoughts down.

I shall start with simple, simple things that do not cause a headache, like wedding photography.

The joyous occasion of Jit and Brell’s wedding, held at the Peony Jade and the wonderful garden of LaVilla.