A Stroll Around Exchange Square

More than two thousand years ago an iconoclastic Jew called Jesus accused his fellow tribesmen of having eyes that did not see and ears that did not hear. To me, his diatribe could with equal force be applied to many who work in Central. Our senses and our minds have been trained by long years of "education" more to "reject" than to "receive" so that our eyes have become "blind" and rendered totally insensitive to what is right before them. But photography has given back to me my eyes. The pair of slightly moist balls one third down from the top of my head can now do what they have been built to do: to look at what is around me. The results can be quite surprising.



A shop window

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A redecoration hoarding.

A pattern of diminishing rectangles of mottled green, grey and rosy browns.

Pattern of lines, form, light and shade in steel and glass with reflections thrown in.

Reflections of a contorted Chinese Chamber of Commerce in Central.

Twisted forms of lines, curves, light, shade and reflections.

Our world: geometric shapes in glistening templates.

There is hardly any space for the sky in this artificially segregated world.

Another complex pattern of lines and forms.

Contrasts of lines and curves in the divided world, each minding its own business.

Waves and clouds in Japanese prints in early 20th century mock gothic windows of New York buildings?



More whirls, curls and intertwining Tai-Chi whorls.

More of the same

The folding of "reality" into the glistening transformative surface of the steel templates.

A complex combination of buildings, columns of mock plants, mock steel "tree" amidst steel and glass.

Parts of various buildings forcibly pulled together into two steel templates behind glass panes.

Truncated and distorted sections of various surrounding buildings congested into the smooth surface of three panes forming the partitioned glass wall..

Three flags symbolising three streams controlling the lives of 7 million people who made HK their home:  our finances, our local government and our sovereign overlord: the PRC flag highest, followed by the HK Stock Exchange and finally our local government, all divided, segmented and apparently having no connections.

A bizarre collage of reflections and real people in a combination of the natural and the artificial.

In the meantime, this solid, massive, block of stone practices its Tai Chi, keeping its centre, apparently indifferent to the hustle and bustle of activities whirling around this hub of our city