A sunless day (沒陽光的曰子)

The sun may not have decided to bestow his glory upon us.

But that need not mean one is completely helpless. 

One can always look for something else to shoot

something that doesn't need that special sparkle of the sun

Something not particularly sharp, bright, fresh and new

and even discolored

and discarded

and perhaps completely ordinary

But one can always try to look for some interesting shapes

and patterns

otherwise of no interest.

If one is determined enough

one can always find something a little less usual

a little more interesting

There are always shapes and colors

dirty or rusted

or regular, orderly and brand new

there are always all kinds of patterns

they need not all be natural

They may even be completely mechanical

or merely utilitarian

But somehow, nature seems a little more interesting.

Maybe, it's that nature is alive?

Maybe, she is always a little unexpected

she can appear in very many different shapes

and the most surprising mix of colors

  

or forms

the same thing may morph into something completely different

there's always a kind of careless serenity

a kind of quiet shimmering

by her side, the monotonous lack of human imagination stands in yawning contrast

Perhaps that's why people like to collect her forms

and decorate their fence with something alive

there's a kind of stubborn resilience

that wants to push for attention.

Perhaps that's why even tiny insect love her forms

and her boundless fertility.