Fern Sprouts, in Love

Shh... please be silent.

I have spotted a couple of fern sprouts who are in love. They are leaning close to each other quietly, as time passed by, and just cannot resist a kiss in the end, in this cold but not a lonely summer morning.

I decided not to say too much, but just let the romance continues, and grows.

And let us feel it.

How Was I As In Their Eyes?

I am not a narcissist, but I would like to confirm myself as in the eyes of the insects. The thought drove me gaga again, but was still lucky that those monkeys never snatched my camera which was left counting down behind me.

(Gosh, this was the first time I saw myself from the back). I must be too creepy with blood stains on my legs, but without much hair, and that got them shocked.

The more I cared, the more I worried. Nowhere I could keep myself away from them.

And it was wrong to think of hiding myself after the turn. I met someone over there.

Anyhow, it was finally over .

I felt so good to find this was only a dream; and it was time to wake up for my hiking adventure again.

We are Wonderful

Good morning to you.

If you have noticed, I only greet you morning whenever I do my writing. I love morning, and the end of a day simply means my morning is well over.

I do believe that everybody is so wonderful, especially in the morning. Nobody lives as a secondary lead, included those small plants along my hiking trail at Cerok Tokun. They live in their own way; to be seen or not to be, they are still their ownselves.

I am wonderful as well, since I am blessed to be able to see morning sun everyday, and to hike every weekend.

How about you, my lovely friends?

Romance of Mulberry

I never waited for my mulberry to turn into deep black, somehow it tasted like a strawberry, sourly sweet. Then I came back to the plant again with an umbrella and my camera, for the dripping raindrops this time. I would like to freeze them in the air.

This is a game between technology and gravity, with some disruptions from the rain.

I got a gifted reflection, I think so. A ladybird was colored onto the curve surface. That was good enough; she should have said that.

When I turned to her, she left me behind. It must be very romantic to chase after her, especially in the rain, and to share an umbrella with her. But it was not so practical to do so.

All these were played on a small mulberry plant, and in my little garden.

Fallen Blossoms

"落红不是无情物,化作春泥更護花."

While water is flowing, wind is blowing, and time is walking, I can see blossoms at Cerok Tokun being separated and fell apart. They decompose; they will go back very soon, to the branch.

This is the story I heard a long time ago.

At the same time, it is believed that every butterfly is the soul of a flower; it comes back, to look for its own self.

A Blue Pancy

And the story goes. One of them failed to find back its flower. It died after exhausted and heart broken.

And the story goes, from Cerok Tokun, to everywhere, as long as water is there flowing, wind is blowing, and time is walking.

Little Mushrooms A Dose A Week

I have collected a decent variety of mushrooms, of course not in their physical form, these few days. They have exploited my weakness fully, and camouflage as if every one of them are poisonous under the beautiful and colorful clothing.

I am always wary, but still tempted by beauties that are pleasing and impressive to look at; they have such a magical power that certainly be the cure to my numbness that grows over time.

Let's take a dose per week in order to keep the numbness in my heart away.

Lynx Spider

You know, it is so normal to see human, with hairy legs, in the forest, but on the other way I wonder why that little old man seemed so excited looking at me. After all, am happy to learn as tiny as a Lynx Spider like me can even create a ripple with no logical end.

When I leaped away, that man searched high and low; when I returned, he murmured thankful words. Wow, I took full control over him!!

He taught of tracing my web for some beautiful shoots; I bet you, he would not be able to do so! I do not make a web.

I chase and ambush my preys. He will be one of them, if he is as small as an insect. He will never spare a chance to learn a lesson; I am poisonous!!

By the way, can you count how many eyes do I have? Giving you a clue: I am having an almost 360 degree view.

Asian Forest Scorpion

The prophecies of Merlin: “The tail of Scorpio shall produce lightning and Cancer quarrel with the Sun.”

Alright, I met a giant Asian Forest Scorpion which tried in vain to climb up a steep slope at Cerok Tokun. I shot with flash, the black creature received the light, but never returned with any lightning.But look at the tip of the tail, it was very much ready to accumulate whatever energy in order for that final shot on December 21, 2012?!

Well, this is only the story of a scorpion. I shall hike on that day. If the film “2012” is right, who know I may stand beside you in the end of the reshuffling of earth’s surface? And I shall say hi then!!

But before “the dust of the ancients shall be restored", Vangelia Gushterova predicted that“World War 3 will begin in November 2010. Starting as a regular war, it will progress to a nuclear and chemical war. The war will be finished only by October 2014.”

A good day to you.

A Talking Moth

You can’t read my mind though you think you can. My eye won’t tell the truth. You can come back a hundred times, take a thousand micro shots, and write post after post, but these will only reflect your stodgy imaginations.

I pose to fool you, and you are too smart to tell my life but that is actually your own interpretation. You feel so proud to tell the whole world.

You may come to find my cousin next week; you can write again, only your friends, in turn, to be fooled.

Rainfield, have you gone insane by now?

Flower, Fly and Bee

Can a flower be selective?

I can hear her murmur with a long suffering sigh, "Him again."

That fly certainly feels very innocent. “I am not the one who goes hovering around faeces!!”

“I’ll go deep inside and give you an unreachable itch if you start making noises". Here come another intruder.

"......."

A Misty Morning

If I am the sun, I would like to stay away for some moments hence webs can lead way, mist prevails, cicadas sing, and trees talk.

If I am the sun, I shall not envy though am blocked behind the clouds. Wind brushes the misty setting, babblers sing back and trees groan under the rudeness of monkeys.

If I am the sun way up there, but I am not.

I Am Actually A Guest

I used this picture as a wallpaper but it turned out to frighten my colleague away. Is the grasshopper so ugly, with the left and right of its face so well-balanced and symmetrical, as how I have found myself in the mirror?

I have had so far dark brown, green and orange grasshoppers in my checklist. There maybe some pink, purple, or blue grasshoppers in the wild. Why not? Life is so colorful!

Nevertheless, this insect refused to leave when I said bye-bye, I had to stamp my feet instead, but it chose to stay not too far away, watching at me:

“Hi friend, I am actually your host.”

If hou like Caterpillar,  find me here.

A deer was shrunk

Gosh, the great computer program was corrupted, and hence Nature had accidentally shrunk a deer into a black little thing carrying the body of a bee. I did not expect to see a wild deer at Cerok Tokun, and it never expect to find itself in this strange place.

It kept going round a grass tip. This made my camera very hard to get focus on it. I was very much drained trying to take photographs of this weird little thing than to hike Cerok Tokun.

It could not stop turning as if it was driven by questions after questions: "What has happened to me?", "Why am I here?", "Where are the rest?".

"Oh no, I am not what I am!" (Rainfield, you have spoiled me!!)

It noticed it could fly finally. It flew away.

A Surprise Greeting

I could not help feeling euphoric because of the sudden bursts of endorphins. This happened when I found a long-horned grasshopper greeting me good morning. I bet nobody should have this experience before.

It might try to be funny behind my back and never greet me purposely. We caught each other in surprise the moment I turned around while exploring the surroundings.

It looked away from me and shook its long antennae to pretend as if nothing had happened.

It then moved away slowly. Observe closely and you can find it looking back while the grasshopper was leaving me.

It did feel shy and stressful as we do. We are alike.

Lines of Rainbow

It was one of the Saturday that I saw lines of rainbow.

When the sun raised to the height of a spider web, the later had disclosed the content of their discussion. I happened to over heard and thought of sharing this finding with you, but my capability failed to reflect this momentary happening accurately.

They talked while the sun was moving. I moved around with my camera sillily to find out the silent talk had ceased finally.

Will you then hammer me if I say I saw a spinning spider web later?

I have to insist on that. My father taught me that if I did not do silly things, nothing intelligent would ever get done, but I forgot to ask, and it is too late to ask, what if there is a hammer around.

Little Grasshopper

Keep my chin up and I’ll see the clouds in the sky. Keep my chin down and all I’ll see is not always the dirt on the floor, I see also little spirits.

It emerged from the edge of a leaf and stared at me curiously while I was busy photographing its neighborhood. It looked confused in front of my camera wondering who actually I was and what actually I was doing. It seemed to spend time making assumptions and checking on the "true" or "false".

I do not know how though the life of a grasshopper is, but its eyes were bloodshot and weary. It kept scratching its head and shaking its little brain.

Do all philosophers always stress themselves to the limit?

"Let's go back for another round of sleep."

"Yawn."

Little spirits

They began to emerge gradually; they jumped, they crawled and they flied from grasses to leaves.

I did not drop down into a rabbit hole like Alice did in the Wonderland, and Cerok Tokun was as normal and usual, but they were not visible normally. I need a password whereby Cerok Tokun is the interface between us. The password is "peace_of_mind".

The first one that came into sight was a little spirit that was a stranger and weird to me.

This fly looked so naked without the usual clothing printed with dark grey stripes.

This little one must be one of the many species of grasshopper that exist in this undergrowth.

They seemed to be living peacefully around these little purple flowers.

But who knows one of them maybe a predator or a prey to another.