Fan Lau (汾流) is not a place that one frequents. I wouldn't at all be surprised if some people who have lived in Hong Kong their whole life tell me that they don't even know that there's a place by that name in Hong Kong.
Whether or not they know it, I have little doubt that it's as concrete as the moss growing upon a cut tree stump on the path heading that way from the Shek Pik dam on Lantau Island
or these creepers upon this jagged stump
or as real as these leaves turning red
or the redness on these berries hanging down in profusion from this branch
or these grass sprouting from the opening of two drain holes on the catchwater channel
or the moss on the wheel cover of this flood control gate on the catchwater channel
We're deep in winter now, the leaf tells me.
But winter doesn't have to be a season without life.
Some thrive in winter. Perhaps, they prefer less competition for the attention of the bees and butterflies?
Some thrive in winter. Perhaps, they prefer less competition for the attention of the bees and butterflies?
But for others, it's time to prepare for the next generation.
Who put it there? Why?
Looking out in the direction of the Soko Islands
The sky is grey. Not a good time for putting out to sea.
but it's as good as time as any for putting out some new leaves
This is Kau Tau Ling (Dog's Head Hill) . Looks to me more like a Duck Head !
I like looking at the waves
Looking back at Kau Tau Ling
My first glimpse at the beach at Fan Lau
How vigorously these ferns push out their leaves!
Artwork by Nature, crafted through millions of years: how intricate!
a dilapidated house, colonized by creepers
creepers don't appear to care if their support is natural or human.
Bamboo leaves are not wasted: a partial cover for metal bars, better than nothing
I like looking at the banana leaves: so regular and yet irregular.
I like looking at the banana leaves: so regular and yet irregular.
Lots of them there
Ever seen what a cut banana tree stump looks like?
Why waste unused portions of cheap artificial fibre rugs? Nice covers for a leaky roof.
Where you have a village, you have an ancestral shrine. Who cares about the imperial edicts about the right to build ancestral shrines if you're at the southern tip of the Chinese Empire?
A stone mill makes a nice weight for the bar to entrance of the ancestral shrine
A creeper paradise
Nice beach, especially for the sea morning glory: no competition at all.
a lonely sea morning glory
Rushes seem able to survive anywhere
The end of a stream. Never quite manages to reach the sea, just by that wee bit.
a seaside hovel
I like to see life pushing for light
whether alone or together.
There are many more camp sites now than when I was still a boy
The road sign: "Man" for Tai O, "Woman" for Tsin Yue Wan (Fried Fish Beach)! Any reason?
Rushes everywhere.
Some more than 10 feet high.
Some more than 10 feet high.
The organic farm at Yi O.
Its store sign
Tiny mandarins growing on the hedge outside the farm
The road sign for Tai O and Yi O
It's low tide at Yi O
Nature thrives if undisturbed by man
The rocks below are now completely exposed.
I love reflections: like a mirror of pure silver.
Lucky we still got places like these
where you can still see the layers and layers of mud slowly formed by wave action
and you can see how rivers and streams got their characteristic shapes according to the lay of the land.
On my way to Tai O.
nearly there now
and the sun is setting, adding a golden sheen to the leaves
and a glow to the blooming paper flowers.
Tai O at last after three to four hours
The hills and marshland of Tai O
Tai O Village in the distance
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