Nowadays, people are drawn in their own exclusive virtual world, having a separate online identity apart from the real and physical one. Or the boy could simply be reading a text. Hope he isn’t a phone zombie.
The mighty and industrial beams and the expressive and nostalgic Art Deco railings make up this bridge. Pedestrians might dismiss them as commonplace and normal but these tell the historical narrative which accompanies the building of the bridge.
They probably haven’t read the “No Jaywalking” sign. And if they have, they probably dismissed it as a big urban joke not worthy of a second thought for all was fine crossing the busy highway.
These youths loiter outside a fort facing the sea. This scene could have been the same for boys centuries ago on this very fort, only that they did not carry phones and gaming devices.
Vandals surely have their extreme ways to express themselves. They make known to all, at least for the passengers of a river ferryboat and for the people on the other side of the riverbank, their existence and presence through their artless graffiti.
A winding queue of passengers on a rainy afternoon could be a hotbed for impatience to set in. But it seems they are in good disposition as they are bound home for the holiday season.
A quaint town may feature narrow roads, tangled electric cables, low-rise houses, parked vehicles, potted plants, and a towering belfry. Such are those for this 400-year-old town at the foot of a sleeping volcano.
I wonder how undergarments remain clean when they are exposed to roadside dust and, in this case, viewed from a city river, other wind-swept particulates.