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2016年10月9日 星期日

Sha Lo Wan (沙螺灣)

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;


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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



lovely white


Another perpetual.


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.