The sky has been overclouded for quite some time. Whenever I look out of the window every morning, I find everything shrouded in a kind of indistinct haze. But one can't wait forever.
The first flowers that greet me are loud and clear: it's time to bloom again.
Even the most humble flowers growing by the side of the path tell me that they don't like to be left out in this time of competing display.
But not every tree or plant enjoy that chance. Some got brutally chopped off right in the middle.
Some casualties lying on a plasticized cloth on one side of the road.
An array of new leaves
Mui Wo in the mist
Even the surface of the stream looks dull
and the fibres from torn planks look so plain.
Ah, the sun decides to make a fleeting appearance. About time!
Some orchids growing on a pot on the ledge of a garden wall
A fluffy red wig
Wild flowers on a stream
Our city flower is blooming. Our city likewise?
The condition of certain sectors of our media
Death with dignity
What do we care?
Survivors of recent rains
Perhaps only these are tough enough to bloom all year round
What are these? Never saw them before.
Time for a beer at the seaside.