23 November 2011

The last photograph.

So here I am, precisely the same place we once stood and put our fingers on the unfamiliar characters inscribed on the red granite. That visual remembrance I took serves a photograph in memory, seared and sealed more than a year ago.

This time, 熊仔 was watching my back, pondering while I stand alone, facing the silent slab of rock. 

My fingers were touching the same words again, and I wonder...



"What 熊仔 is waiting for?"