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Saturday, December 28, 2013

Moving into 2014



I am dripping in sweat and gasping for breath, but that never disrupts me from wondering where the broken bridge will lead to.

Missing planks and carpeted with moss, could I slip down into a rabbit hole, leap into a Smurf Village, or stumble upon the lost Ark of Indiana Jones? These questions will remain unanswered; nevertheless, moving into 2014 will be as rugged, adventurous and full of imagination.

Man and his creation ages, time never; it stays young to witness me getting older, but day-dreaming even more often.

Cheers to 2014, for all the small victories through those dreams.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Long Exposure

Being motivated by the decent results, my whetted appetite gets me experimenting shooting Cerok Tokun with long exposures, again and again. Though without a tripod, trees help the most as they are everywhere, at any time.


And it looks like Tinker Bell has slipped inside my camera and sprinkles the shutter with pixie dust. Cerok Tokun is no more dull and dim, just because of me, but is now full of gorgeous tones and indefinite possibilities.

Trees are the same old trees, but are now not the same at the same time. 


I am so crazy in love with it.

Friday, December 13, 2013

Musing of Mushrooms

"The cost of a B-2 stealth bomber could build over 4,500 homes", and it becomes obsolete within a period of time.


I find no bomber on Cerok Tokun, but mosquitoes attack me silently from everywhere every time I stop by and start bookmarking; each of them sucks about 5-millionths of a liter of my blood, returns me with red itchy bumps. They never become obsolete as having a radar system to track me. I do not have this, but mushrooms always appear out of the corner of my eye. I take away many of them in 2D, but not 4500 homes.


Saturday, December 7, 2013

Beauty of Lights

No more fungus and virus attack, and Freddy Krueger and Superman are not real, it seems like just one of the very ordinary mornings at Cerok Tokun, yet every day is another day, as great as us who have succeeded in arriving at this wonderful world while 100,000,000 others have failed inside the mothers’ womb, lights that have survived in the 150,000,000 km of travelling, manage to drive away the darkness, and light up the small mushrooms. 


I am delighted, and I say it out with a DSLR, my outside memory, and my messenger.