I was assigned to cover a Workers’ Party by-election rally at Hougang in May. Then the rain started. It was a drizzle at first, then it became a downpour. Shelter was available, but I stuck by the stage. By this point, I was alone. Everyone else was under cover or holding an umbrella. I wasn’t. I just wanted the shot.
I stood alone in the pouring rain, everything I had on me was soaked – even my camera lens started to fog up.Then Mr Png Eng Huat took to the stage, also without cover. I could have just taken the shot and left, but I waited for the right angle, the right light, the right expression. Then my moment came. In this shot, Mr Png is framed in the light, his short-sleeved shirt translucent with rain, streaks of water illuminating the black of the night. I knew I had my shot. But I still didn’t have time to dry off. I rushed back to the newsroom and uploaded the picture, still dripping wet.