Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
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
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
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
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
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
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
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.
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
Friday, December 3, 2010
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!!
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
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.