Whatever it may be, the ritual is always moving and awe inspiring.
At the Wong Tai Sin Temple in Hong Kong, the smell of incense sweetened the air and the smoke created a haze of humbleness as scores of people thronged to make their offerings.
Oddly enough, I did not go unnoticed, and as I was drawing, became embarassingly, somewhat of an attraction myself. I am, along with my journal images, part of the photo diary of many visitors, posing first with the husbands and then with the wives. Go figure.