To eyes accustomed to seeing things in often regular geometric lines not more than a few tens of feet away, and more often within just three or four feet, the countryside has a vastness which is completely beyond all imagination. The change in the scale in their visual framing is most relaxing
It is a realm of peace, where you find more plants, grass, weeds, trees, flowers than men and women, something you'd never find in bustling metropolis like Hong Kong.
Our coach crosses miles and miles of land full of fields forests and hills
and from time to time, rows and rows of plastic sheets protecting the tender leaves of various kinds of products of market gardening
often the hills are covered by mists
almost all the land which could be ploughed have been ploughed
besides the newly built road, you find new village buildings
surrounded by the means of their livelihood
it's heartening to see well organized development and not chaos.
Trees are planted along both sides of the river bank
No sign of rubbish on the river
The materials used in putting up country houses are usually simple: bricks, tiles, mud, mortar, wood, bamboo. Everywhere one looks, one finds a delicious sense of space.
How big they grow in the country, quite unlike those we find in our supermarkets !
Animals and domestic fowls are often allowed a limited time to run free in the fields, unlike those in the tightly packed cages with regular feeding time, injected with steroids or other chemical feeds in rows and rows of enclosed sheds resembling more an industrial production line than a country farm, before they are turned over to slaughter houses to be transformed in chunks of chicken breasts, chicken drumsticks and wings or feet wrapped in cellophane and foam.
Never saw chicken so fat !
Logs are lying everywhere.
Obviously, they got more melons than they could eat.
What remains of our paddy after harvest. I suppose they deliberately leave behind the stumps to be ploughed in as additional nutrients when it's time to plant the rice shoots in spring
The fields are allowed to fallow for a while until they are next pressed into service again
villager walking on the paths
A vegetable almost as tall as the girl. I wonder how mother or grandma would prepare it
There were a few clumps of canola here and there
how luxuriantly they grow in the fields.
I suppose life is not easy for them either: they need to compete with each other for more sun, just that they probably have enough space for every one
I like to look at the different shades of green created by distance
and the shimmer of light on fluttering leaves, even if one can only look through the coach window
Shadows draw pictures on the ground
A clump of bamboos growing right in the middle of the field
The sun slipping through bamboo leaves
a bamboo sky
fern shaped sunlight
Sunlight dripping down the leaves. it's enough to fill the heart of one man with joy.