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
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
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?