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Saturday, October 26, 2013

Inferior As a Child



To be inferior to my wife when hiking allows me to take many lovely pictures of her back.

But right timing is the key factor of being inferior, especially the moment I swing my hands to regain my balance this morning. Mistakes my reaction, a nose-fuming macaque stretches its neck as close to me as possible to show me its big and sharp canines. No photograph of course, I move away from this invasive animal immediately.

I always try to be inferior, as children are bound to be inferior to adults, or there is no incentive for me to grow down; I keep my child's heart.

Friday, October 18, 2013

Photography Moments


I have been offered three light-bulb moments this morning, each of them serves as a window into new experiences for 1/40 second. That’is not copy-and-paste-able.
 
 
I raise my camera to a bird's-eye view position. From which the world is believed to be very interesting, on the other way around you may have enjoyed the macro of my ugly sweaty armpit. That you can copy.


Photography captures moments in a lifetime but presented in not even a couple of hours.
Gushing like a maniac, I am neither a saint nor insane. My blood type is Canon 7D, adrenaline level 100mm, macro.



Saturday, October 12, 2013

Serendipitous Encounter



I was disturbed whether you had had enough tickle if the good virus has been passed into the sewerage system; not until I have been enlightened by a narrow pass serendipitously could I find an answer.

This is a place full of sandy rocks and a sharp drop where everybody includes a fast and experienced hiker has to slow.......... down. Besides the colorful virus, I discover one spider, one hammerhead worm and many mushrooms that are jammed over here this morning. Oh what a list of appetizers that is staying safe in you that makes you feel good.

And it seems like being adventurous and brave is the only key to be happy.

Friday, October 4, 2013

Green Alarm: Virus Attack

 
When I look back, my hiking trail seems more like the interior of an intestine. The roots and trees form the intestine wall, which is full of sensory nerves.

An army of virus moves around freely, exploring every nook and cranny.
They stay inside, waiting for available chance; they never do a needle-poke, they tickle.
Inducing laughter is a fabulous thing. The army is sent deep inside your body. They will start tickling the moment you find me.
A friendly reminder: Please don't force too hard in the morning routine, you may pass these good virus into the sewerage.