Very Fresh Morning

I never failed to bring my camera bag when going hiking. Whenever I was soaked, it was soaked too.

It became the attention of a skipper moth many months ago, and it is an attraction to a bee now.

My sweat must have turned into nectar or alike through years of chemical process, which sounds ridiculous but is true at this moment in time. 


The bee is still sipping and that must taste good in the comfort of fresh sunny morning.


Link to Your Sunday Best.

This Must Be Spring

I always think Malaysian spring stays in dictionaries, but my camera shows me the other way round. This is fun.

And of course this is the joy of living outdoor, and go hiking that I have never missed, when I see a butterfly fluttering about in the white spots of sunshine. Is snow melting?  And spring is approaching, flowers are blooming.

There are far too many clicks I have done in the morning, that was not easy to stop. I stop to check and preview,

because a butterfly flies away with time, while the Sun shall glare in no time,

flowers are pretty, but will not anymore, of the perception of a camera.

I am starting to collect, one by one, the wonders of beauty that I have long foregone.

caterpillar, Archduke

This is not other but a caterpillar, I swear, though it does not really look like an ordinary caterpillar.

I have read two posts talking about caterpillar today, I would like to join as the third.

It is the baby of a Common Archduke (Lexias pardalis), a forest-dwelling butterfly of the Nymphalidae family that are common throughout Southeast Asia and Australasia.

Cratoxylon Formosum trees are the host to these caterpillars. They are said to be protected from predators by their long bristles, but I do not actually understand how.

Does it look scary or cute?

In Search of Light

MyJourney started when I was driving back home. It was drizzling that late evening.

I did not like to use my wipers at this moment, mainly because of old wipers kept lines of water mark on the windscreen, and I did not like the wiping sound as well. Thirdly, I was almost home.

When I stopped before a traffic light, I made a few fast shots pointing close to my windscreen before the traffic light turned green again.

I want to know how different is the view with my naked eyes and that through a camera.

I observed water bubbles on my windscreen had absorbed the colour of street lights as well as those from surrounding. They had evolved into hundreds eyes of light, stared at me. This was only made noticeable through the interface of a camera.

And then, very soon, I reached my home sweet home. Anyhow, you know, once started, it was difficult to stop.

I continued to snap at the lamps inside my house.

I snapped at the warm white hanging lamps trying to assimilate to my friend Mickey.

Though it was not much a success, the photo of the lamps still exhibited the beauty of geometrical shapes.

But the excitement of the night came later when I turned myself to the cool white incandescent bulb.

And this was what I saw.

A face that hid inside the lampshade.

Was the bulb designer aware of what he had done?

Was he merely as normally as us, lost the eyes of a kid?

Did he intentionally hide the face code for us to explore?

Instead of drawing a face full of unknown, why did he not fill our eye sight with a smiling happy face?

Yes, too many questions are in the air.