Bukit Tinggi, Photography Experience

My family had a one-night stay in Bukit Tinggi, Pahang this Hari Raya Puasa Holiday. Why Bukit Tinggi? Because the missus planned this solely for me.

So I experimented with over three hundred clicks, and set some exposure times to twenty seconds.

I continued practicing as early as six o'clock in the next morning,

carrying a tripod around, and setting self timer to two seconds at the same time to prevent from any camera shake.

Where is all my joy at the end? It can be found in every of these pictures.

Water Droplets

Water takes whatever shape, and reflects everything it sees. It is crystal clear, yet so colorful. We are gifted.

But we must first immune to the temptation of our bed in the morning, during which sun always shines like a gentleman. Vaccines are not mandatory, because willingness is free. Exploring Nature requires eyes and time that everyone of us seems to have, but always finds lacking. Spectacles would not help, the eyes of a child will do, though those cannot be transplanted. Our time looks like a piece of cake, how much of it has be allocated to Nature?

We are not yet ready to accept the gift by having all these. We need something called Luck. We may brush past and miss the droplets since they would never stop us, or we may wander into a wrong path and end up busy talking to only trees and critters.

We can then relax and enjoy finally as water droplets reflect whatever they see. If someone happens to see something ugly or bad inside, that is not a problem at all. Sun will help to erase it, and undo is impossible, even with the most powerful software. 

How kind Nature has offered these to us.

Only One Bird at Fraser's Hill

I admire people and their great works, and that often inspires me, hence I visited Fraser's Hill, a dwelling place of over 270 species of birds, recently. 

It was seven in the next morning, 15 degree C, drizzly, windy and foggy when I was wandering around. It was quiet, and I was alone.

Birds of Fraser's Hill are over 270 species, I reminded myself. But then only one representative greeted me in the whole morning, the rest might be busy preparing for Christmas. They deserve holiday as we do, I thought.

The photography session proceeded on a flowering plant near the ground, simply because my gears never match those that professional bird watchers used to carry. 

The bird tried its very best feeding on nectar in different positions in order to satisfy my need, not to mention many other interesting plays that were wasted due to my inadequacy. It must have met many similar dummies before, the routine was continued until I had had enough.

History of Fraser's Hill can be traced back to more than one hundred years ago, birds of Fraser's Hill are over 270 species, somehow I was saved from the embarrassment of leaving without shooting a bird. 


Thanks for your sacrifice, my feathered friend- a grey-breasted spiderhunter.

Happy New Year to you.

The Nature Talks

Those in the forest talk through their colors and patterns, poses, or behaviours. They never bore me.

The talk can either be "dynamic" or in the opposite way, this very much depends on how my luck turn up to be.

The talks can be easily missed, and the talks can also be nothing, but they are irreplaceable by the refresh button in a computer screen.

They talk. They smile broadly. They greet me a good day every now and then that I love and eager to hear.

I listen, and my ears never get me in trouble.

Rainbow Waterfall, Sungai Lembing, Continued

"No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined" unless we have made the move.

There is no restriction on how we move, though we have only ourselves to rely on sometimes.

And creativity never set itself a limit. We can always enjoy every of these moments, either because of our efforts, or through others'.

I know a stone never talk, but it tells stories, that I always love listening to.

"Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards."....Steve Jobs.

All these are hidden inside a forest.

Gunung Tapis Rainbow Fall, Sungai Lembing

Confuse, are those concerned for not reacting to the chance to climb the rainbow. Anyhow we were lucky enough as the sun was too shy hiding behind the clouds yesterday.

To reach this fall required about an hour riding a rocking 4x4 vehicle from Sungai Lembing, and another hour wading across rivers, and walking on jungle trek and river banks.

The rainbow varies in position according to the altitude of sun, and diminishes totally before 11am.

A rainbow is an angel who appears only there is romance, and there is mist. She hates "gluteus maximus" that releases vigorous sound. A rainbow never dance at the top of a fall.

Everybody then stayed low enjoying and bathing in a rainbow. This must be an awesome gift.

Panorama Hill, Trees, and Thinkers

All trees are alike: ground their bed, and sky is the blanket; morning dews the liquor, and breeze is the music.

What if trees sleep and dream, do they see the same?

They may be a thinker in sober mediation, or a philosopher in search of wisdom,

but they regularly fall into a hypnotic trance every day, the aftereffect of the morning scenery.

Hitting by an apple, for sure, is not a strong medicine for inspiration. A durian is. And the truths of life blossom.

Panorama Hill, Sunrise

5:45am. The slow line was crawling up Bukit Panorama in darkness. People seemed to go on a pilgrimage.

Dots of light twinkled behind a mist of white, and on the foot of the hill, those were that I would have missed if staying inside the scene.

Only when the clouds were willing to give in a little, the sun that moved in silence, wasted no time to wield the painting brush; the hill, and the ridges began to set sail for the first light of the day in the white sea. They seemed to go on a pilgrimage too.

The surrounding was set in tranquility.

East Coast, Peninsular Malaysia, Continued

There was a Kingfisher and many small fish in the water. The bird should have eaten just enough, it never looked too fat to fly swiftly when I was trying to inch closer.

There were eagles soaring in the sky, and perching on top of trees or a tall pole. They always kept their distance, and continued to be so near yet so far away.

I tried to stare into their eyes, but they never stared into mine.

And then it was South China Sea that aroused some discussions among us: it shrunk East Malaysia that lies in front of us into an invisible dot.

We had reached Pantai Chempedak of Kuantan while talking to you, this was then the third day. Time traveled with us, but at a faster speed.

We should watch the breathtaking morning view of Panorama Hill, Sungai Lembing, tomorrow.