I lived in a kampong when I was young. For those who do not know what “kampong” is, it’s an Indonesian and Malaysian word for a rural village. I loved kampong life. It was carefree & fun, unlike the busy society that we are immersed in now.
I decided to pop by Buangkok to take a look at the last surviving kampong in Singapore. It was just after rain & the ground was wet & muddy. But it provided good materials for photography.
Love the distinctive colours brought about by the merging of muddy water & drainage
The beauty about the kampong was the different things that you can find there & the different arrays of colours that are present