An ongoing short series on cardboard collectors.
I met these lovely ladies at different spots whilst wandering alone in Tanjong Pagar.
They were all rushing to collate and compact the cardboard boxes in time for collection at a nearby recycling point.
That is when they get paid for their efforts - according to one of them a day's work translates to around three to five dollars.
Despite the apparent rush, they were all amicable and accommodating to my intrusion.
They also all refused my help and similarly my offers to buy them lunch.
However, they did enjoy talking about their grandchildren, their past professions and how the government has forgotten about them.
With subjects like these, I think it’s easy enough to make them look pitiful, and to create an image of abject poverty and social disparity.
But from my interaction with them, what impressed upon me the deepest was their fierce independence and sterling resilience.
They make the best of their situation, and truly epitomises Kierkegaard's saying of how 'life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards'
Though highly clichéd - I think that's what's truly important and admirable.
(Hexar RF/ Color Skopa 35mm/ HP5+/ HC110 Dil-H)
Excellent.
Let me know when you have a complete series, I'll put up an essay on RFSG's page.