Creepy Mushrooms

Something's not right to my camera after some pictures of creepy mushrooms  are taken.

They have entered my camera, and start a fungus-attack.

My camera is disarmed. "Please clean the contact between lens and camera" is  prompted. 

This is a fool.

It only works after I have removed and placed back the battery. 

That has temporary erased their memory. My camera fails again after taking some more live view shots, of them.

Something's not right. 

It may need a course of acupuncture. Can Google Search tell where should the acupuncture points be?

Escape

After a hard week’s work, it is good to find an escape; the canine friends preferred to dig a nest on the mud land and curled up into it, but I preferred a 21-km Penang Bridge Run, if not a full marathon, on last Sunday, at 3:30am.

 

While torturing endurance and searching the full meaning of limit, it was beyond capacity to carry a DSLR on shoulder, though photography is akin to my breathing.

 

So curling into a ball is well shared, but not the pictures of me whose muscle cramped after three hours of "raw" experience, on running, and kept running.

Moment with Crabs

Apparently the crab is reading my mind. It looks up attentively to me, feeling naked but no whining, I watch it crawling nearer; it stops, and it stays. 

Is that a broad grin on its face? 

Only zooming in the LCD monitor, there I locate two tiny black dots in its green eyes.  I am wishing more.

Then I see many of them gathering around the mind reader. Before my next wish comes true, my wife calls to make a move. 

The crabs march away.

It is actually my wife the mind commander.

From The Window

I want to show more pictures from the hotel windows, like Superman showing off the big red "S" and little red underpants.

These pictures will be forever beautiful and aging-proof, until Armageddon; 

the sparkle is to always blink like a star, and the pinecone will never drop. Superman is definitely incomparable.  

He always needs new underpants, in order not to lose his loose pants while flying in the air.  The red pants, my friend, are blowing in the wind. That is the joke of the year.  

I am eager for the moment, and that shot will be a huge hit.

Squirrels

The same yesterday's squirrels are munching nuts again when I login to the hotel windows.

Throughout the morning, in the warmth of the sun, and the soothing breeze, they fill their small stomach with a handful of pine nuts playfully, in an upside-down defying g-force position, 

a normal free-and-easy manner, or in whatever way they like to.

This is their way. 

Service of Superman, not required. A bungalow to boast self-esteem, a Lamborghini to vroom around, or Google to enrich life further have never come into  their mind. 

Living a life the way it is. It is now.