The year that Covid striked my family and I originally planned to go back to Germany, yet with a newborn a safe flight was suddenly out of reach. Already having shipped our goods the deteriorating situation with lockdowns and an increasingly dystopian mood in the city, a little mountainous island at/on the southern tip of Hong Kong island provided weekly hope. To me it is “hope island”. Scattered with steep precipices and ravines, beautiful grasslands, sharp edged rocks, views onto Hong Kong’s major shipping lane and cascading mountain skylines, the little islet provided the contrasts to let one’s mind replenish hope in particular during the cooler evenings. Wrapped in blue light, this series is a simple personal reflection of the struggle between gloom and hope.