--- From another one of my lone ventures seeking out good food and good art.
White Void
And that there β
That was the void you left in me;
Nothing you couldnβt repair
But more than your eyes would ever see.
With love,
Emily.
Photography, poetry, and musings by Emily Ung.
--- From another one of my lone ventures seeking out good food and good art.
White Void
And that there β
That was the void you left in me;
Nothing you couldnβt repair
But more than your eyes would ever see.
With love,
Emily.
We Were Meant To Be
A warmth on my face wakes me from rest.
I smell a whiff of sweet syrup and
Breathe in the aroma of roasted beans
That tempt me out of bed.
I imagine you next to me resting
Softly in sweet slumber and I
Kiss you gently on the forehead
Hoping you would sleep longer.
But do you believe in βmeant to beβs?
I do β but what will be
Is what I make it to be β
In my hands I hold my destiny.
Β
Do you ever lie in bed at night,
Staring into blank space and
Wondering what this life is,
Why youβre here or whoβs watching you
From up there?
In those hundreds of seconds
I think thousands of thoughts
But ultimately I am lost.
But I know with all the imperfections in my soul
That I was always meant to be yours β
I was just the one you chose not to know.
With love,
Emily.
Ah, Sydneyβs iconic Bondi Beach β also home to the annual Sculpture by the Sea exhibition.
Itβs become a yearly affair for me to head down to Bondi for the outdoor sculpture exhibit and coastal walk β and it was even more exciting this time because I got to take my Canon EOS 500N for a spin.
My second film camera was gifted to me with a 50mm f1.8 lens as a birthday present, and these photographs are from the first rolls of film I used with it.
And there it is β the 500N! I love how itβs lighter and more compact compared to my Nikon F90 SLR β itβs already become my everyday camera.
I hope you enjoyed these film photographs β feel free to leave a comment below and let me know what you think!
My apologies for the lack of posts the past few weeks, but thereβs more poetry, writing and photographs to come (so much backlog!).
Take care, and Iβll see you soon xx.
Β
With love,
Emily.
Sea Shore
I sit and stare at the sea,
As it swiftly submerges me.
The sea so oddly sways β
I listen as it sings successsive waves.
It is eerily stagnant yet still,
Like a submarine bopping along the surface;
In and out of sight.
Watching her ripples make me fall softly asleep,
Hypnotising me with each sweep.
I feel her current course through my veins;
Her tide tingles down my spine.
The sea steadily swims to the shore,
Slowly but surely finding in me more.
I sit and stare as you approach me β
Will it still be the same as before?
With love,
Emily.
--- Of strong winds and touristy views.
For a thought is but an assumption without context.
With love,
Emily.