Where's the island?

By Frank A Hilario, guest blogger

Never mind the heads ‘cut off’ by the photographer (that would be me) – mind the items that the three boys are minding while squatting on concrete with a tricycle waiting nearby. There is commerce going on; there is buying and selling on a concrete island in the middle of somewhere.

You are looking at an island figuratively; the concrete is bounded on three sides by water, because this is the wharf built by the owner of Wonder Island, Rudy Pua, who wants the wharf populated by promenaders and hawkers of goods like these – it’s a pleasant walk in the morning and in the afternoon when you can look at Wonder Island from a distance; it’s a pleasant feeling to watch a leisurely, noiseless display of wares for the passerby to buy or simply look at.

This is a street scene which dramatizes one of the concerns of Rudy, which is to help his city-mates derive extra income from the traffic going to and from his island, the traffic of vehicles and people – a small contribution from a small island in the middle of a big lake.