Sunday, August 28, 2016

Pitcher Plants

I do not wish to get shrunk like in Wonderland this time, and to take closeup pictures of giant pitchers. This is never a good fairy tale.

I shall not know it is a pitcher anyhow if I am so tiny; swimming inside it is unnoticeably fatal, and is forever disappearance.

Size distortion is magical, it twists perception on the other way round.

But adventurous Alice enjoys this and has begun to think that very few things indeed are really impossible.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Mushroom Evolved

In order to foster a strong and good relationship, I moved closer, and further closer, to mushrooms.

For I used to hear that “if your photographs aren’t good enough, you’re not close enough.”

Then I heard a mushroom talking to itself in the Wonderland one day.

"What is that?" I asked, thinking that I was already its very closed friend.

This mushroom and I looked at each other for some time in silence; just like the Caterpillar and Alice.

"I am seeking expert advice." It finally  addressed in a slow and low but steady voice.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

"Wisdom" of a Crab

"If you are a bird, why would you live on the ground?"

So weird. Sallie prompts me to ask a crab on my way climbing up Penang Hill.

"If you are crab, why wouldn't you stay nearby a creek and go crabbing in the middle of a road instead."

No way you come all the way to greet me. I am not popular in a crab world.

You too, because you are shellfish?

Or is it hungover, a miscalculated effect after a couple of shots of Dutch courage? Oh do I hear you rightly? Alcohol kills weakest brain cells. Regular consumption of alcohol thus helps take us to a new level of smartness.

What a crab.