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Sunday, April 20, 2014

A Slimy Green Mushroom

Things when get overdone may turn out to be out of control. This happened exactly when I was picking up the fallen leaves hoping for a clean depth of field. A magazine told me so.

I broke the root of a brittle and slimy mushroom. Its neck broke when I continued further, that ended its already very short life cycle. This was not cautioned in the magazine.

Then this is my next discovery, a beauty that was good to be observed in a distance. This second chance is sweet, only that the first mushroom has been made a guinea pig.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Bill Gates The Frog

While croaking-class is still loud over the dam, using no new technology but his little feet that jump three inches high, a baby frog has already had an idea and the will to venture a new possibility. I too use no technology except keeping steps gentle, and wait-and-see for the next move, hoping to introduce myself through some clicking sounds. 

He keeps very silent about his exploration; it may be Bill Gates the frog who had quit Harvard.

Bill Gates then founded Microsoft.

The little frog is not going to find his princess.

A kiss is too traditional. 

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Mushroom Day

I has been compressed into a minute powder in the darkness of woods, where I saw only a lot of quietness and endless stillness. This has been a long period. 

Until drops of rain, the mighty magic wand, I bounce back, like a spring. 

I am alive. We are alive.

"And I say, hey hey hey hey. I said hey, what's going on?"

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Grey Mushrooms

I think I shall go home empty-handed this morning, but then my lens is lucky to catch a glimpse of some grey mushrooms above a small creek.

These few in a single click make the fullness of my day, though it always takes many to do that. I have to catch up with my wife again, and again, after spending time looking around, and I have to catch up with you before it is Monday.

Wishing that it is weekend again. A wish is good enough.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Not As It Is Thought To Be

An angle is a simple geometrical figure, but stories arise from different of them when couple with our knowledge, experiences and some sauces of imagination are never the same.

A fern may live in winter or spring at the same time. This is a hard-earned theory after many shutter clicks and brain crack.

An aircraft is still an aircraft when viewing from different angles, but MH370 has just disappeared from the radar as though it is no more an aircraft. What were the exact angles at the moment?

An angle is not necessary as simple as it is thought to be.