There are some places to which I'll never feel tired of returning. You can be sure it's not shopping malls.
It's Tai O. A bearded ancient fighter struggling with a serpent?
I don't know why, the locals there have a very vivid sense of color.
You can always find something interesting there, even ordinary looking lanterns
or withered flowers
and of course, fresh ones.
even the leaves there somehow seem more alive than those elsewhere.
Occasionally, you'll find some flowers
blooming in profusion
and neglected balls.
Even the rust there seems to have more "character"
Will Tai O still be Tai O without boats?.
Ah, a corner of heaven falling into the world of man
I love the texture of wood
The fish pond there seems so peaceful
its waters like a painting by Cezanne, though its green not as vibrant.
You always find color in the places you never expect you'd do
and texture in the oddest places.
hey.what's that?
Now you know.
An insect caught right in the act of feeding.
An abandoned wheel resting comfortably there, no more hard work!
The sky at the bottom of a boat.
A broken door
with flowers growing next to it
Nature seeking a place in the world of man
Salted fish left to dry. I wonder how long it takes.
Overturned stools
Tattered canvas
makes a nice plastic wrap
Adventurous creeper
A rusted air vent
An array of salt fish
Houses on stilts
flowers blooming above a plastic bucket, bringing my journey to a pleasant last stop.
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