re·claim (verb): to claim the return or restoration of, as a right, possession.

A long exposure reveals the colourful streaks made by remote controlled kites above a field near Clarke Quay. Members of Go Fly Kite (GFK), or otherwise known as “The Night Flyers” began playing on the field due to proximity reasons – the only shop that supplies the kites and accessories is located in Riverside Point.

Line dancing hobbyists gather at the concourse of UE Square along River Valley Road every Saturday to indulge in their favourite recreation. They dance from 6:00pm till 10:00pm, taking breaks whenever they like, while the music continues playing for four straight hours. Philip, coordinator for the weekly sessions, says the smooth marbled surface provides a suitable dance floor for line dancers.

Church-goers enjoy a game of Sunday football outside St. Andrew’s Cathedral. They play every week from 4-7 p.m. in an open field bordered by the city’s busy traffic.

At an open field near Kallang Stadium, construction workers take a break from work to play Sepak Takraw. The temporary court is made from plastic poles and tapes.

Guerilla advertisers paste notices over a notice board along a walkway at Jurong East MRT station. Most of the notices were for rental opportunities targetting foreign workers.

Old Wang is one of the “residents” on the railway gardens at Clementi. He visits his own plot every morning and evening to tend to his plants. Back at home, he has a wife who does not join him in such activities. “Don’t go near to that plot,” he warned this photographer while pointing to another personal garden adjacent to his. “That owner is fierce and will chase you away with a shovel.” Old Wang used to be a teacher but retired a few years ago. He has been coming to this garden for the last three years. His wife is still working, and like her husband, is a teacher. Old as he may look, he carries buckets of water around almost effortlessly. Even as the photographer complains about the incessant mosquito bites, he candidly proclaims that mosquitoes not longer bite him. “They have got used to my flesh,” he said in Mandarin, the subject he used to teach.

“Come back anytime, friend,” Old Wang says to the photographer before he leaves. The photographer walks back to his car parked in a private housing estate 800m away, while Old Wang will take his regular feeder bus home.

This series of pictures is related to a previous post.

Near the railway gardens mentioned here, on what looks like
uninhabited wasteland at first sight, are signs of human existence.

I wish I could post more but the scanner broke down.