It is 2013

Hang on, although that seems to be my last breath, I enjoy very  much. It is on my left side, my heart is so right to refresh and always suddenly give me a new perspective. All these only happen when hiking to full capacity.

Hang on. I keep reminding myself that I shall not be short of next breath.

I tell a falling leaf to hang on too, and to wait for my trembling hands.  

It playfully dances in the wind. 

This is a turning point. How beautiful and lovely the pictures and life will be after this. 

And in 2013.

Merry Christmas

Nothing seemed to happen. 

I went out to hike again last Sunday, looking to hunt something left behind by that 21st day of December, these can serve as good Christmas gifts.  

Trying to collect something unusual and rare must be very interesting. Let's say, how about an evil aliens hanging in the air?

or that crawling on the ground like a giant octopus?

Of course, nothing comes easy for which I need the help of my hero. But are you ready?

Do you have your stockings big enough to hold these?

Something seem to take place silently,and actually.

Beauty Electrifies

It takes 45 minutes of adjustment for us to see almost as well as an owl, but it takes less when trees appear at the frequency of light.

And once electrify, it flows through an illuminated serpentine line, we are then connected. 

In a Sunday morning. At not an extra-ordinary place. Beauty and a hiker.

A Myth of Fallen Moons

Committee of sleep was great: We, me and the members of the jungle, feel fresh after a cold raining night.

But an exhausted moon was overlooked; she held on no more, and submerged in the dense of Cerok Tokun, as a mushroom, pale and dull.

A myth is so potent when this place grows a field of mushrooms, but  mushrooms aren't mushrooms.

And we are fresh, while the moons continue to exercise at full capacity, which open all kinds of doors. One of them leads to a myth.

A Spider Story

Although spiders are my favorites in photography, I have however overlooked one of these arthropods in the jungle last Sunday morning.

That spider would never compromise. 

He gripped firm onto the car door, swung his body from side to side whenever I made sharp turns, squeezed his body flat to the surface, and his face was highly distorted against a wind speed of 90km/hr, but fluttering hairs no. He is bald.  

He managed finally to follow me home safely, so a full attention of my camera was honored.

And this is a golden moment for him who persisted and had the vision to grab it as such.

What can I say? Every simple life is always silly after all, and is so simple silly.