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2015年6月4日 星期四

Lamma in Mid-Summer (盛夏之南丫)


Clouds have always been an unending source of fascination for me.



  
 Heads rising on the pedestrian bridge to the outlying islands ferry piers



Heavy clouds overhanging Kowloon, our link to China



Symbol of the spirit of Hong Kong



hovering over the waters of the harbor


The more they move away from the city, the whiter they become



Clouds above, waves below



A city completely clouded over.



As we move away from the city, the clouds begin to clear


A amorphous monster threatening to pounce on Hong Kong



a lonely bouy in the sea

  
Clouds taking more definite shapes as they descend



Once out of the harbour, the blue of heaven reveals itself


 
Closing in on Lamma


Rising clouds mimicking the same general direction as our hills



Power for Hong Kong



Finally the beach next to the pier



The beach. Hardly anyone swims there now



The island abounds in flowers



More flowers



A wisp of smoke in the sky. Who has been smoking?



Definitely not tobacco !



moss covered bark



A tiny fallen leaf, same color, but definitely more delicately veined.



Ah, the beach where I spent numberless weekend summer days.

New modern looking life-guard house


The older life-guard perch



Nothing but sea and clouds in front. What's on the mind of life guard sitting there?



The boundary of drowning protection



 The path up


Looking back at the power plant.



beaches to be passed over



The other side to Yung Shue Wan, now a cement plant relocated from Tsing YI



Looking back at the southern part of Hong King Island



Sea food rafts at  Sok Ku Wan


An artist's hideout among the hills


It's low tide now



But the clouds are white


Clouds of protection: colorful pennants of the dragon boat team of "United Lamma Dragon " whose members are racing to make final preparations for their moment of glory.



Another view of the bay



An obscure corner of a garden suddenly lit by the sun



Approaching the village



No wonder voices of Cantonese opera filled the path as we neared the village.


They're celebrating the birthday of Tin Hau ( the Queen of Heaven), the Guardian of  of all those who sail the seas.


The Poster of the Cantonese Opera Troupe



Back to Central and the electrically powered wheel of fortune which looks to me more like a treadmill for those seeking "happiness" in the rat race for more wealth, more power, more fame and more fortune. It's anyone's guess who'll turn out to the "lucky winners". But no matter who they may be, I'm quite sure they won't stay there very long because for each winner, there'll be ten thousand aspirants who'll stop at nothing to oust them from their place of ephemeral "honor". Perhaps, Laotzu is right after all when he says, "In the opposite direction is the way the Tao moves"  (反者道之動): perhaps if we believe in the Western notion of the operation of the force of gravity in the unvierse, then we have reasons to believe that what goes up must sooner or later come down at least on earth and perhaps such a principle may apply not merely to the realm of physical phenomena?