Thursday, December 30, 2010

One Noisy Couple of Zebra Doves

I did not follow the butterflies to fly over the roof top, but when I went to the front yard I saw another couple. A couple of zebra doves, this time.

The male was seen bobbing its head, with tail up, while making loud calls.

It danced around its mate and the later replied with a gentle waltz. It must be a kind of successful courtship, only that the next chapter was in missing pages.

Somehow I found by chance that there were no difference between me and a snake. We both peeped, silently.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

One Couple of Butterfly

One morning. I saw one butterfly sinking itself in the lush green in the backyard. No no!! It was actually a mating couple that could easily escape from me, since no noise was heard.

I missed my macro lens and their up close facial expression at the same time.

They were disturbed on the other way, and had to continue flying reluctantly. But were again followed and peeped at different places.

The couple definitely hated me a lot, and decided to fly over the roof top finally.

I was annoyed then how good they were to perform a speedy synchronized dance in the air.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

I Am Rainfield

A blogger friend, Bengbeng, who came from Sibu called me. I answered “wrong number” at the other end of the line. I had forgotten that I am Ranfield whom I only know in the virtual world.

So we had a date, and we hiked at Cerok Tokun on one Saturday morning.

The morning looked so different. The familiar faces who I used to meet when going downhill had changed side with me.

The morning looked so different. We still exchanged greeting by eye contact, or by body language, everything seemed to be going on as usual, but I had to remind myself I am Rainfield.

(Hello! Oh yes, I am Rainfield; and you are Bengbeng.)

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Mushroom After the Pitter Pater

These mushrooms woke up in the rhythm of falling rain, pitter pater, pitter pater. And when the concert stopped singing for them, they still continued indulging themselves.

On one Sunday morning at Cerok Tokun.

I was not a mushroom, but I would want to join the fun.

Waking up in the music of the rain, is nothing more than a simple life, yet I am truly gifted.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Beauty, Happiness, and Small Victory

What a delight! A damselfly had landed beside me on a spotlighted piece of leaf.

I took one, and two quick snaps, then it left me and to be discovered by others.

And these minute fractions: the greeting of a tiny damselfly, or the kind look of a handsome dragonfly, just made me a happier man.

All these took place at Cerok Tokun.

(Someone called me a Cerok Tokun guy. You got it!! )

Sunday, December 19, 2010

One Ladybird

The ladybird was counting traffic when I visited her again in my garden. Was life so boring in this gloomy summer day?

I thought she felt like snoring, then the ladybird started to join in the traffic, and so I was, for not being left behind again.

She moved like a Volkswagen Beetle, between leaves and stems, up and down. I go hiking once a week, twice is the most, but she completed my one month's number within seconds.

Was life so boring in a gloomy summer day, Miss Ladybird?

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Fern Sprouts, in Love

Shh... please be silent.

I have spotted a couple of fern sprouts who are in love. They are leaning close to each other quietly, as time passed by, and just cannot resist a kiss in the end, in this cold but not a lonely summer morning.

I decided not to say too much, but just let the romance continues, and grows.

And let us feel it.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

How Was I As In Their Eyes?

I am not a narcissist, but I would like to confirm myself as in the eyes of the insects. The thought drove me gaga again, but was still lucky that those monkeys never snatched my camera which was left counting down behind me.

(Gosh, this was the first time I saw myself from the back). I must be too creepy with blood stains on my legs, but without much hair, and that got them shocked.

The more I cared, the more I worried. Nowhere I could keep myself away from them.

And it was wrong to think of hiding myself after the turn. I met someone over there.

Anyhow, it was finally over .

I felt so good to find this was only a dream; and it was time to wake up for my hiking adventure again.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

We are Wonderful

Good morning to you.

If you have noticed, I only greet you morning whenever I do my writing. I love morning, and the end of a day simply means my morning is well over.

I do believe that everybody is so wonderful, especially in the morning. Nobody lives as a secondary lead, included those small plants along my hiking trail at Cerok Tokun. They live in their own way; to be seen or not to be, they are still their ownselves.

I am wonderful as well, since I am blessed to be able to see morning sun everyday, and to hike every weekend.

How about you, my lovely friends?

Friday, December 10, 2010

Romance of Mulberry

I never waited for my mulberry to turn into deep black, somehow it tasted like a strawberry, sourly sweet. Then I came back to the plant again with an umbrella and my camera, for the dripping raindrops this time. I would like to freeze them in the air.

This is a game between technology and gravity, with some disruptions from the rain.

I got a gifted reflection, I think so. A ladybird was colored onto the curve surface. That was good enough; she should have said that.

When I turned to her, she left me behind. It must be very romantic to chase after her, especially in the rain, and to share an umbrella with her. But it was not so practical to do so.

All these were played on a small mulberry plant, and in my little garden.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Fallen Blossoms

"落红不是无情物,化作春泥更護花."

While water is flowing, wind is blowing, and time is walking, I can see blossoms at Cerok Tokun being separated and fell apart. They decompose; they will go back very soon, to the branch.

This is the story I heard a long time ago.

At the same time, it is believed that every butterfly is the soul of a flower; it comes back, to look for its own self.

A Blue Pancy

And the story goes. One of them failed to find back its flower. It died after exhausted and heart broken.

And the story goes, from Cerok Tokun, to everywhere, as long as water is there flowing, wind is blowing, and time is walking.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Little Mushrooms A Dose A Week

I have collected a decent variety of mushrooms, of course not in their physical form, these few days. They have exploited my weakness fully, and camouflage as if every one of them are poisonous under the beautiful and colorful clothing.

I am always wary, but still tempted by beauties that are pleasing and impressive to look at; they have such a magical power that certainly be the cure to my numbness that grows over time.

Let's take a dose per week in order to keep the numbness in my heart away.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Lynx Spider

You know, it is so normal to see human, with hairy legs, in the forest, but on the other way I wonder why that little old man seemed so excited looking at me. After all, am happy to learn as tiny as a Lynx Spider like me can even create a ripple with no logical end.

When I leaped away, that man searched high and low; when I returned, he murmured thankful words. Wow, I took full control over him!!

He taught of tracing my web for some beautiful shoots; I bet you, he would not be able to do so! I do not make a web.

I chase and ambush my preys. He will be one of them, if he is as small as an insect. He will never spare a chance to learn a lesson; I am poisonous!!

By the way, can you count how many eyes do I have? Giving you a clue: I am having an almost 360 degree view.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

In The Rain

It has been raining cats and dogs recently, and will continue for months if the forecast is accurate; nevertheless I hardly believe this is a good enough reason to stop me from going hiking. It will never refuse me to take more photographs as well.

But then, this was not a simple task in last Sunday when my left hand was busy holding an umbrella, right hand maneuvering a camera, left eye being squeezed against a small viewfinder window, and body being bent forward for a close-up. Of course, I ended up busy for nothing.

But then, an ant kept rubbing its eyes in the rain, that I could not verify, and that attracted me a lot.

This was one of those days that I had gone gaga. Did you ever feel like withdrawing a gun when removing your camera for any sudden spotted target?

A fool might do.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Asian Forest Scorpion

The prophecies of Merlin: “The tail of Scorpio shall produce lightning and Cancer quarrel with the Sun.”

Alright, I met a giant Asian Forest Scorpion which tried in vain to climb up a steep slope at Cerok Tokun. I shot with flash, the black creature received the light, but never returned with any lightning.But look at the tip of the tail, it was very much ready to accumulate whatever energy in order for that final shot on December 21, 2012?!

Well, this is only the story of a scorpion. I shall hike on that day. If the film 2012 is right, who know I may stand beside you in the end of the reshuffling of earth’s surface? And I shall say hi then!!

But before the dust of the ancients shall be restored", Vangelia Gushterova predicted thatWorld War 3 will begin in November 2010. Starting as a regular war, it will progress to a nuclear and chemical war. The war will be finished only by October 2014.

A good day to you.

Friday, November 26, 2010

A Brief Visit

A family of Scaly-breasted Munia took shelter at my front yard during a drizzling afternoon. They were actually a foot apart from me; but its seemed to be a hundred feet away as they never noticed me behind the tinted window glass.

The parents were busy at flying back and forth for the feeding routine, and

another unlucky worm that had made a fatal mistake which only others could learn from.

I went out for some clearer shots. This juvenile hesitated initially, it then struggled, fell onto the floor and finally managed to fly away.

Only the lesson wouldn't fly.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

In the Woods

If pebbles divide ocean and land, thin line of trees then separate sky and earth. When getting tired of flying high or running low, we always go back to this boundary.

We are not alone for most of the time.

We may not, sometimes.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Beauty and the Beast

Once tried, I get addicted. Though might be fooled again, I continue my exploration into their little world .

But I was then shocked instead in front of my viewfinder window. This brown hopper was unexpectedly rugged and worn out.

Though fated and predestined, this was still an unpleasant face.

I made a simple effort to console myself by focusing on a nearby Beauty that was wearing a red ribbon. I shifted the piece of leaf for a better pose, and to move her closer to the "beast". She stayed calm and patient.

"Oh, it's no use. She's so beautiful, and I'm... Well, look at me!" the Beast muttered.

"But anyhow, thank you for stopping by."