Last week, my friend suggested to visit the zoo. Although I have mixed emotions about animals in captivity, I said yes anyway. Aside from spending a quality time with my friend, it will also be a good opportunity to practice photography.
I will not deny that I tremendously enjoyed meeting these animals that I would otherwise see on television when they are in their natural habitat. I was enToxicated the moment I entered the vicinity.
When we think of Transformation, the image of a butterfly comes first to mind at least for most people. Yours truly is certainly not an exception. Every butterfly experiences and endures different stages in their life time. In every stage, they transform. They are constant reminder to each and every one of us that nothing in our lives is permanent. Like them, our life also knows different stages and takes a series of transformations with every stage we endure. The sorrows that our failures bring are as temporary as the joys of our triumphs. It is, therefore, important not to be sad too much when we loose, but at the same time, not to be excessively happy when we win. After all, as Aristotle once said, virtue is anything in the middle of two extremes.
Every time I go out there and have my running session, I always come across the Dommel river. This river runs from the northern part of Belgium near pear into the southern part of the Netherlands near ‘s Hertogenbosch. The day was so beautiful when I ran that day. The beauty of that day glows through the Dommel river which is quite difficult to miss that I have to stop for a while so that I could capture that particular event.
When I run in the open space, I feel connected with our beloved planet earth. I feel in synchronise and in harmony with its totality. The visceral experience of being connected with the planet and the universe as a whole every time I run out there, although fulfilling and elevating, makes me feel quite insignificant. Or rather, I should say, although makes me feel insignificant makes me feel fulfilled and elevated. It makes me realize that I am not at the centre of the universe but just a tiny speck of dust. In the grand scheme of things, our magnificent planet is not at the centre of the universe. At the same time I also feel that I am a part of the planet’s integral whole which is quite empowering. When I run, I feel that I am running into a transcendent place that is neither here nor there and yet at the same time makes me more conscious of my presence in this beautiful planet earth and the life it breaths upon us.
The Much to Tell About Nothing Blog’s contribution for this week’s photo challenge on Daily Post entitled ‘Layered’ is a photograph of layers upon layers of spiderwebs on a tree branch. The leaves on this branch was covered by a thick layer of spider webs which makes me wonder how many spiders actually live there. It is like a borough of spiders living within their small neighborhood. The photograph was taken one morning of August. It was, therefore, the peak of summer at its best. I was running through the park close to where I live. I do not make a habit of taking pictures while running because it interrupts my work out (which I think defeats the purpose of working out). But I made an exception for this particular moment because the site of this branch of leaves covered by spiderwebs is simply difficult to resist. It has indeed a ‘wow’ factor and therefore must be photographed and shared.
It is quite unfortunate that I do not name the name of this tree in front of my window when I admire its beauty so much. This tree is never static. It constantly changes its appearance throughout the year as if it is following a strict protocol. Today, it stems are thick with white small flowers. Soon, the flowers will be all blown by the wind and will be replaced green leaves. It will be dense in leaves as it is dense in flowers today. The photograph below is a photograph of the same tree taken very recently, 30 days ago to be exact. Look how it changed and transformed in just a short period of time.
I am not entirely sure of what these birds are called. Their main physical characteristic is that they have black and white plumage. When search the google search engine through the keywords: ‘black birds with black and white feathers’. The search result was extensive and provided an ample quantity of photographs of black and white feathered birds. The closest image to the bird I was looking for is called Black Billed Magpie. It’s scientific name is Pica Hudsonia. In some sources, they are mentioned as Pica Pica (Linnaeus). The sources also indicate that these birds are usually seen in Western North America. These birds on the photographs are seen in North-Western part of Europe. Is it possible that these birds are migrating? Are they now on a stop-over because they have to rear their young?