The Black & White series for my first trip to Kampong Buangkok…

On this road, never little traveled by locals, leads to a place that is worth preserving. A place worth discovering. The kind of place that you will never find at another corner of this small island. It’s almost like a hidden treasure for this modern city.

There is no concrete roof. Just the trusty old zinc to keep the villagers sheltered, be it rain or shine. But its a place they call home, for too many years.

There is no metal gates that you see so commonly at HDB flats. Just the decaying but steady wooden gates that welcome family, friends and guests. But with the strong bond and trust between neighbours and villagers, who needs the strong gates nor lock?

Can you see the aging of this decorative divider? Reflecting the effect of the countless storm and blazing sunlight it had survived.

In this road little traveled, also lived the simplest nature that has been living and surviving on their own. Why kill them?

Without the advancement of technology, I wonder how many letters these people get.

These are just some of the photos I took from today. Next series will should be in color. The Kampong is not as groomy as it reflects in these photos! Hope you like what you see so far.

More to come soon.

Time to sleep now. Good night!

Click here to view photos taken with Nikon D40