A Desperate Fantail

I met this fantail early in the morning at my in-laws' place in Kangar. My experience tells me that it should be very alert to human being; it was not true this time.

I had had enough close-ups of it; I even move around for some different angles without fearing of losing it.

I used to test their response by inching closer during photography, but it was this fantail that tested me this time, thus there were countless funny body languages all the way.

It tried to think and to judge the situation; it would not leave anyhow.

It flew away, only leaving the post and landed on the nearby black bin.

We met each other for the first time; it never had my track record. I was not labelled as a good guy on my face, even if I was, it could never understand.

So, what had made it ignoring the potential dangers and stayed for so long on the ground? There was no magic trick nor extraordinary power by me, except a mesh of rotten oranges laying between me and the bird.

We used to say: Men die for wealth, and birds die for food. There are endless examples on the portion of human being, but I only grasped the meaning on the later fully after today.

To you, Ratty

They are with you, Ratty. Please do take all the time that you need to recover.

They are thinking of you and sending good wishes your way. They are praying for you.

They have their own way to cheer you up!!!

Have a good rest and they will do all the actions. If anything involves squirrels, just say it. They will help to iron out this simple problem.

They are sending SMS to the being that made the universe ; you will see rainbow the next moment you look at the sky.

I shall be away for two days without reading and commenting in any blogs.Hope all will be well, hope you get better by the time I am back.

By the way, are you willing to accept their hugs?

Fern's Reflection

Thanks to the rainy day, I see reflection in the sky.

Though not a crystal clear piece of mirror, I can see the reflected images of fern leaves.

This is another casted image that shows how mighty the mysterious fern leaf is; from a single crozier that unfurls into multiple fronds that in turn release all the lives that went into hibernation centuries ago.

These ferns grow in abundance at a higher altitude, and every one of them get reflected. I wonder whether anyone of them is called Narcissus? Has this Narcissus seen its reflection for the first time?

On the other way, if Li Bai, one of the greatest Tang Dynasty Poets, managed to see the reflection of moon in the sky, he might not then opt to dive into the river in order to dredge it up.

If you happen to hike at Cerok Tokun, you have to exert yourself and go further up until you see my favorite ferns. Spend some times there, take a look at them, you will be inspired, and thus welcome to the gaga club.

Sometime Somewhere

Day in and day out, sun rises and sun sets, you have your, and I have my stories, and the same story may be interpreted differently at different time.

I see the same thing as I hike along, and "there may be nothing new under the sun, what is old is new to us and so rich and astonishing that we never tire of it".

I always have a brief stop at my secret corner looking at the bees zipping about from one flower to another. The same porter weeds that I used to see appeared differently this morning.

They seemed to dance under the state of stillness; wind was not blowing, the only thing that is blowing is time itself.

I tried to search through my old photography archive; I should have taken the pictures of a tree sometime ago.

I remember it was never as naughty as now to show a Playboy logo at its very top; but I failed to prove that my memory is good finally.

That tree may change again sometime later . Sometime later I'll definitely change, and so you will.

They had started the attack

I always like to indulge myself in day dreaming, so much so that I saw mushrooms parachuting from nowhere and making their landing at Cerok Tokun this morning.

They must be on a secret mission.

They landed on a slope,

They then moved up the slope trying to look for cover,

and finally hid themselves behind a piece of leaf.

"Why do they follow me to Cerok Tokun?

What is their secret mission? Are they going to study who I am; whether I am a fake philosopher a hiker an adventurer a dreamer a photographer a silly little old man....?

"Ahhh...........!!!!!!"

They had started the attack.

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"Where am I?"

"Where are all the mushrooms?"

It is a shock to find both of

my

my legs are having fungal infection. The mushrooms have implanted themselves into my body; they are going to have an in-depth study on me.

How am I going to explain this to my doctor?