The Photographic Leftovers (攝影雜碎)

In the world today, a world of abundance, it often happens when we prepare a meal, we always make slightly more than is enough for the total number of diners,  so that by the time the last diner has taken his or her last mouthful, there are left on our dining table various leftovers from different dishes which it would be a waste to throw away. This often happens during festive meals like Christmas and New Year etc. For the thoughtful family cook, often such leftovers may be re-cycled and turned into a new dish or for the lazy French housewife who wants to eat but who does not want to engage in any more time-consuming new cooking with fresh ingredients, simply jumbled up together into a  non-descript pot of mixed meat and vegetables called a "potpourri", which literally means, a "rotten pot". Sometimes, the same thing may happen to a lazy photographer. I've got some spare photographs which I hope may be sufficient for a new blog of "photographic potpouuri". 

This is my free Café Latté

and my chocolate cake

Even coffee and tea drinking may be turned into a moment of Zen meditation

It may be turned by doing nothing, by observing silence, into a moment of pure enjoyment, a moment of peace, a moment of awareness of self, and others and of the world of taste and smell.

Perhaps even a moment of taking a snapshot may be turned into a moment of Zen meditation when there exists nothing but light, and color and form?

Why not? If we concentrate, then we may notice that the feathery fluff of the flower of a rush has just landed on another flower!

or that while some flowers have faded, others are in full bloom and still others have yet to open out

and that the sun is shining through the leaves and some of its rays have landed on the petals of another flower

or is making tens of colorful circles around a faded flower

or just appear as plain circles of white.

One may even note the veins of an ordinary leaf or that

 

that some hibiscus are blooming

and that not all hibiscus have only one single layer of petals

or that unlike the sunflower or the morning glory, they may be indifferent to sunlight

or that the shadows of leaves on an otherwise ordinary gate one passes through on the way home may turn it into something rather more interesting

or that sun and rushes always seem go together

or that even torn cloth may serve as an exercise for a crazy amateur photographer

or that even rotten planks can be photographed

especially for one who would not spare even a rubbish bin before he gets on to the public transport back to the Tai Po Railways Station!