I haven't gone out for a while. It's time to be up and about.
In the meantime, little plants have grown;
some branches had been hacked;
the bauhinia has continued to bloom;
and not at all alone.
some leaves have yellowed;
Some other little flowers have shot up;
whilst others are continuing to bloom.
I discovered something I had never seen before: these little grapes appear to have grown out from the top of this leaf.
One of the casualties of the aridity of autumn.
This hibiscus seems totally indifferent to it.
Leaves hugging a bike
the face of death
the wheels of fortune
Little parachutes about to fly off
Some nameless little flowers
The fire is burning away
The Chinese wok spatula is in fast mode
busy for a reason
these chicken are being braised
and these corn and silver ear fungus are being cooked for the Tse clan of San Tau Village because it's ancestral worship day.
It's a matter of little concern for these leaves though
The children have returned for the occasion
but this house remains closed
The wire net has rusted away.
and banana leaves are left to wither
The endless cycles of life and death are constantly being played.
Some goes, others come.
like tiny foils of life that cut into the air
From death comes new forms of life
like a marshmallow sprinkled with powdered sugar
Some don't care where they grow
a lamp post is as good as any
just so long as they are allowed to bloom
The new festival begins before the vestiges of the last have vanished
The colors of death never appear suddenly
They follow the pace of Nature, ie. almost imperceptible.
Finally got the chance to see this camphor tree which even Japanese soldiers dared not cut during WWII because they thought there's a tree god inside
It must have been there for hundreds of year
But for this tiny bee, what counts is the honey it harvests today
I never get tired of the color of the new leaves
People are just blurry background to Nature
You'll know what I'm talking about if your mind does not remain in this condition.