Srimongal Flora and Fauna

What can I say? This was absolutely exquisite in real life. The photo does no justice.





I took a walk with Pruitt and Annika to find the sunset. We never saw the sun, but the sunless evening sky was nice enough. The "fog" was actually smoke from fires burning on the hillside.







These leaves were mammoth and so very nice and crunchy.







This tree with its strange seedpods was odd and somehow strangely poetic. "I think that I shall never see . . ."









Look what Dave found. The underside of this baby is where the beauty lies. The top is just plain jane black.

Vignettes from Malaysia

What can I say...I love rope and this "save the tree" contraption with wood and wire and rope was fascinating to me.





What can I say . . . I love grids. I was walking back to the entrance of the canopy-walk park with my family (me, lagging behind with my camera) and found this grid on the road. I like that it follows all of the rules and yet still does not conform. I was struck with the contrast of new leaves sprouting from below with old ones fallen from above and their complementary colors. I hereby proclaim this photo a window of contemplation. Ha! Spiritualize it. Psychoanalyze it. Deconstruct it. Criticize it. Write a poem about it. It is very versatile. I did resurrect it's squareness in Photoshop with the "skew" tool due to lack of a tripod and a latent desire to maintain the natural lighting (as if that couldn't be dealt with in Photoshop as well).

Night Flash

After a sweltering day I was lying sultrily on my bed longing for relief when what should appear but a cool wind, thunder, and an amazing display of electric illumination (the poetic equivalent of lightening). I hastily arose from my inert position and fumbling, grabbed for my camera and proceeded to take (no joke) over 65 pictures to try to capture this enlightened moment. Of course I could never capture the profound and moving depth of the moment's beauty, but this picture comes pretty close.