20/06/2026
Caught in Bishan Park during the golden hour, this photograph offers a serene, almost fable-like tableau: two pond sliders bask on a sun-warmed rock, the right slider’s neck craned upward as it observes a butterfly drifting past, while the left one enjoys the warmth of the sun. The low sun, striking from the upper left, casts a dramatic side-backlight that gilds the ridged contours of their shells, etches the rock's rough texture, and sets the insect's wings aglow.
Yet this scene leans more toward idealised digital art than documentary nature photography: I inserted the butterfly deliberately, to weave a narrative. The right slider’s upward stretch toward that fleeting speck reads as pure curiosity, a quiet innocence and fascination. I wanted to contrast the ephemeral where a butterfly's brief days with the enduring, the red-eared sliders' decades-long existence. But disparity in time does not alter parity in spirit; both, in their own way, live utterly free. And the warm sunlight that washes over them all carries its own quiet truth: it bestows its radiance without prejudice, offering its impartial warmth to the transient and the timeless alike.