"The sharp knife of a short life

I've had just enough time..."


- "If I Die Young" The Band Perry


I see Beauty in many things. And like the ghosts that only speak to you if you notice them, they tell me wondrous tales. With my camera and my thoughts, I captured these as faithfully as I can to share with you. And by doing so, they gave me the reasons. And though the thousand reasons may not all be sweet and some indeed bitter; they are still reasons to live. Come to think about it, that is Life, isn't it?
Showing posts with label concrete. Show all posts
Showing posts with label concrete. Show all posts

Sunday, 18 November 2012

Just A Squirrel Looking For A Nut - Part I



I've had just enough time to...   see a squirrel hunting for nuts.

Saw this squirrel looking for nut in Lake Chini, Pahang, Malaysia


This world is a complicated place
For a squirrel  just looking for a nut
Not asking for much
Not asking for much



No need to hoard them in a pile
No need to bury them over the place
Just enough to get it by
When winter comes around

But the forest is gone
In its place concrete spawn
And the nuts that grow on trees
Are no longer to be found
No longer to be found



This world is no place for a forest
This world is no place for a squirrel
This world is no place for a nut



Sunday, 12 August 2012

Can Planting Concrete Be More Fun?




I've had just enough time to...   see more concrete being planted.


Taken in Cilegon, Indonesia 2 hours from Jakarta 4 months later of the same place as picture below.


On 3 January 2012, I put up a post with the title “Planting Rice Is Never Fun” where I explored the theme of poverty and progress. Is progress a necessary evil? It is not an easy question and the answer depends very much on which side you are from and in. For those who love the beauty of the idyllic farm scene as much as me, we often see the ugly side of progress even as we admit to its necessity at times. But why can’t progress be prettier, to encompass instead of just destroying nature?




This was the image of the field in November 2011.



This is how it looked liked in March 2012.


It is easy to, but I have no right to question whether this is right or wrong for one with no stake in it. I can only lament that the beautiful field of swaying gold is no more. Replace by these piles of concrete jutting out from the barren ground. When the wind blows, I will no longer hear its whispers through the heavy leaden grains but the deep sighs as it swims round stiff concrete.



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