A Little Mushroom

My murmurs have crept into its subconscious.

Dreaming non-stop about the magical rabbit hole of  Alice's Wonderland, getting inspired always by Indiana Jones's adrenalin-pumping adventures, a little mushroom is saying good-bye to me.

It wants to start its own journey.

I do not know so cannot tell how and where it will end up, but this novice holds strong to its belief.

In our life there are many awesome moments, the little cutie needs only one, and it never turns back.

July Symphony

I walk into one Saturday of July, a morning of sunshine mingled by the breeze, and everywhere are the pulses of life eagerly to mark their presence. 

Hello here and there, they shout silently, auto focus and clicking of the shutter interweave symphonically. 

They are different, they are same; They are mushrooms, they are new sprouts; they are the dancing morning spirits looking for a peaceful piece of wonderland.

I love this Saturday morning.

That is Complicating My Life

If Nature talks and I know it does, it would tell that brightness is given, but we turn it into darkness. When darkness falls, we have it painted with blue-tinged brightness.

I waited carefully for the silent murmurs of mushrooms, but there are not any. It may be their dinner time right now. No spare mouth.

"That is complicating my life." They would say otherwise.

Short-tailed Macaque Monkey

I am kind of very cautious, making each step forward with so much calculation and observation.

I had been chased by a short-tailed macaque before, so fiercely, just to confirm my short but powerful legs.

We both stared at each other. Its easiness was unconvincing, and my anxiety seemed unnecessary, but I rather to be fooled now than to be fooled later.

"Is it that great to photograph a monkey？"

The mushrooms followed this silent comedy.

"They only know monkeying around, but you are now Charlie Chaplin."