Sunset is the magic hour, colouring the sky into golden hue. Unfortunately, I do not see sunset too often because work never finishes at 4 30 pm for me - A modern society disease.
The best sunset would be by the beach or by a grass field. It would be so refreshing ...
However, this photo just reminds me to be satisfied with what I have rather than constantly looking for something I do not have ...
Walking along the Little Colin St in Melbourne. I saw this mural. It looked melodramatic and stunning at the same time. A modern city with this semi-artistic graffiti on the wall - kind of its own strong presence somehow. Maybe this was all the after-effect of large cup of Latte I had that morning...
A wanderer - in brown disguise. Its life span short and it will probably not survive this freezing weather. Still, it is still trying to survive, continue to endeavour til the last moment ...
A shot at La Porchetta. Sunset colour glistens through these glasses. Yes, there are some axial background blurr due to aperture blades from Fa 77 ltd lens. The mood is somewhat melodramatic. No, I was not drinking the beer or wine. Just glaring through these glasses, sitting alone in the restaurant: I remembered a wonderful book called "the God of small things" that makes one to wonder how life could be so rich if we are being perspicacious!
I remember the day when I was young, Dad used to take me to a creek 40 km out of city in Taipei. It was never the scenery or the water that interested me. It was the BBQ meat Dad prepared as a chef from work that I longed for having a good bite at them.
The water melon immersed in these cold freezing water was so refreshing and delicious. Same as the day I went for a short walk. Nostalgia hits me hard. I missed Dad and I could only remember his coarse hands scarred with partial burn, giving me chunks of meat well cooked and seasoned .... All I did was to grab the meat without thanking him for it ....
He passed away 9 years ago during earthquake in a trip of hiking expedition
I have encountered 4 queen bees today. As you can tell from the photo, the head is pretty big with obscuring facial details. However, my mood is as gloomy and dark as the sky...
Every living entity is a buddha, obscured by the presumed senses. Purity of thought is cleansed of discarding of inherent emptiness, enhancing the origin of soul to its strictest prestine state.
Colour are light reflected off the objects in which certain wavelengths are being transmitted through human retina to optic nerves then to our brains. However, colourfulness do not denote what our world is composed of...
A freezing winter in Melbourne. Marysville - This is the place I stumbled in the creek, wet my whole body and ended up being sick for the last few days. Not so pleasant at all.