The World above me

I am murmuring, and you surely cannot listen at that frequency, if you can, you must be abnormal.

I am murmuring to the sky. And am I murmuring to the sky in front of me or above me? This is a simple problem but I have made it too complicated. It must be the mistake of my beloved politicians.

I try to "squeeze" the trees and leaves out from my pictures, they then make me look like living in the heaven, or so near to the heaven. And in this distance, you must have not listened too much from me. Sometime the politicians would like to murmur as well. They murmur the things that they would not like us to know.

But I am actually standing at Cerok Tokun in this morning, the "mountain" in the foreground of the above picture is Mengkuang Dam, where you cannot find the dam at this moment. It is the best moment to hide the truth.

Do you enjoy these layers of colour? I do. Hopefully these layers do not mean the existence of hierarchy in the world in front of or above me.

I enjoy taking these pictures, and playing with the shutter speed. I have taken many of them. I mean, I shall show you some more in my next post.

Hidden Pavilion

I have not added much greenery to my post for a long time. It should not be right for me to keep pretending as though I am in the winter by showing some clever images. How can I keep pretending like a beloved politician.

This is the early part of my hiking trail at Cerok Tokun. My stamina and strength are tested at this very beginning before the muscles are thoroughly warmed up. I am usually too naughty to try running up the pathway within a single breath.

Every part of the staircase that is tarnished looks like originating from an ancient time inside a very old rainforest. The color will get darker and darker, but our pictures will be faded by time, and our memory will loss part by part. How can I blame my beloved politician who claimed he has forgotten most of the past events?

Upon reaching the end, I can see the roof of a pavilion which has never managed to convince me for a stop over, but not the broken hanging bridge. The ruin of this bridge which has once been visited by Indiana Jones was dismantled and will not be seen anymore when he emerge from the bushes with the lost Ark one day. Luckily Indy is not a politician, otherwise he must have lost in the jungle.

A glance into the pavilion may have concluded that though I have not spent anytime time over here, but if Indy is there one day, I shall not stand firm by my decision.

Birds' Talk

I do not have a high-end telescopic lens, to present my pictures of birds differently is then the only way to compensate for this shortcoming, and I make them look as watercolour painting.

I begin to hear birds' chirping along my hiking trail recently. Isn't it strange? I did not think there were many birds at Cerok Tokun last time.

Actually they were with me all the times, and nowadays, once I open my pair of ears, I start to see them. And some of them do not necessary coming near to say hello to me anymore.

You see, this one even tried to add some actions to my picture by shaking its fluffy body. I know you may not see this, but please, make a try, feel it. Yes, use your sense of feeling.

Before I had enough with this bird, I heard this next one calling just above of me. By the way, the speed of light is 299,792,458 meters per second, whereas that of sound is 343 meters per second. All my birds seem to be talking in a pace faster than the traveling of light. I hear their sweet voice before they are visible to me.

Before I end my post, I would like to know whether I have successfully presented my picture in an attractive manner. If not, this is not my mistake.

I have learned to hide my shortcoming from my beloved politicians. They must have done this much more better than me in such a way I should have missed out a few important tricks. Sorry for that.