Pictures Have Unspoken Words In Them

Hi everyone,

I am still rattling about my train ride and taking you to browse some photos.

Can't help it. I keep looking at the photos which I took on the way back. Though memories have dimmed through the time the pictures help bring back happy times of the past . .  .

Besides the river, padi field was my play ground when I was small. Playing in the water trying to catch small fishes was fun. Picking the kangkung that grew in abundance and plucking cucumber grown on the batas was very enjoyable and a willing-to-do task when requested ordered. The very young cucumber, as small as the frankfurter was crunchy and kind of sweet and the longer you chew and let remained in the mouth the sweeter. We never knew about the sweetness of the colorful jelly beans which the children of today enjoy .

Of course, when you were small you were not really appreciative of the scenic view of the padi field. You took it for granted what there was before you. We just blended into the vast span of the green field, the blue sky and the voluminous clouds. And during harvesting time the simple sound of our padi stalk serunai went on a crescendo distinctively above the sound the rustle of the swaying padi leaves blown by the wind.

It is for someone from the outside of the time to look back and say ah that was beautiful . . .

Yes the romance of the kampung sawah scenery is something many want them to remain intact, undisturbed. A place where from time to time people would come to savour its beauty and feel its quietness.

But if you ask me whether I want to be there again I would say no. It is so cool to view and take photographs from an air conditioned train but outside there, it must be scorching hot. With layers of clothing on, as most are today, you can't stand the heat . It was different then when young children of the sawah bendang only wore sleeveless T-shirt and cotton shorts  . . .never mind the sunburn.

Below are some snapshots of the city taken from the the balcony of an eatery, The Gravy, at Nu Central, where we took a rest on arrival. Of course, you see the concrete jungle in contrast to the above pictures. These pictures speak of noise and buzz. Sure, some who like quietness would be wondering why were they existing in its midst . . .

But you can still find serenity. Find a corner, sit in comfort, and quietly enjoy the skyline at dusk.  

A picture is worth a thousand words people say but if you are the photographer you have more on your mind . . . the unspoken words . . .

The first set of pictures above are in stark contrast to the set of the city pictures. Which one is synonymous with you? Or you, contemplating a change . . .

As for me I am happy to be where I am . . . 

Dear readers I hope you have enjoyed reading . . .

Will be back . . .