I was leaning over a bridge in Potong Pasir the other day, trying to photograph some fish (pictures: one and two), when an old man came and leaned over the wall beside me.
He talked about the Japanese fish in the shallows, the songhe further up the river, the luohan he’d released, and the king crabs that could be found here once before the river’s walls were paved. What else will change, I wonder, when the dam is completed and this river ceases to be a river any longer? What strange lives, hidden beneath these murky waters, will change forever?
Photographing these birds wasn’t easy: swifts are fast, erratic flyers, and it really all came down to luck and a zoom lens in the end. These are fork-tailed swifts, if I’m not mistaken, dropping by Potong Pasir on their way to Australia for the winter.
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