For some reason I always feel nostalgic in the spring. I miss the places where I’ve lived and think back to a spring from my past, in another city or even another country.
Twenty years ago I was in Baltimore, packing up my things and preparing to leave college for the summer. But I wouldn’t be back that fall. Instead, I was going to Hong Kong for a year.
My grandparents and uncle traveled to Hong Kong at the time this photo was taken. It was from their travel stories that I formed my first images of the British colony: neon signs, double-decker buses, crowded streets.
I often rode buses like the one in this photo, but painted the cream and blue of the China Motor Bus Company. In fact, many of those buses probably pre-dated this photo.
Even with all the land reclamation and new skyscrapers, parts of today’s Hong Kong still look like this photo. Except the model, of course.
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