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2013年1月11日 星期五

Unexpected Finds (意外收穫)

On my way back from capturing the colors of the maple leaves at Tai Tong before they're gone, I came upon a junk yard. It was already evening. There was a beautiful sunset. I couldn't resist the urge to take a peek of the junk yard to see if there's something in there which might be the subject of more camera practices. My hunch proved right.




Young leaves fighting to emerge from the lower part of an old  tree. I like the texture of the tree bark lined by air roots against the bursting life of the young green leaves in the golden glow of the evening sunset.



The old tree



rusted container



leaves hanging over an abandoned container



Shadows on the old container



Creepers under the container



Full view of the creepers



rusted wire mesh against another rusted container



Pots, urns, petrol drums



discolored cover sheet



Wall of house at its side



sun in a hole



Sun in another hole



Mosaic in an oven outside a roadside restaurant



and even flowers amidst the garbage!

2013年1月10日 星期四

The Invisible Artist (隱形藝術家)

It often happens that we'd come upon some new opportunities for doing something interesting
which never crossed our mind when we were working on another project,  So it was that on my way to photograph the red leaves of Tai Tong, I came upon many flowers in the streets leading to the Country Park


I found these on my way to the Tai Tong Country Park



When I returned in the evening after I'm done at the country park, the flowers had taken on some new hues. .



In the morning



In the evening



Some pig's ears I found in the morning



Another pink morning glory



A bauhinia about to open



One completely open



Another one



Some other road side flowers



A tendril coiled up like a green snake!



Some yellow leaves I found at the park before going into the Country Park



The tree itself



Some roadside plant



Another such plant



A reed in the sun



A bauhinia sapling struggling for some sunlight



Some leaves I found on my way back to the bus stop at Yuen Long



More such leaves



Even more higher up



A whole lot of little lanterns !



And on the ground, fallen leaves bathed in the warm golden glow of the setting sun, all done by the hands of that invisible artist called Nature.

2013年1月9日 星期三

Les Miserables (悲慘世界)

I've heard of the much applauded film Les Miserables. Piqued by comments that it was such a tear jerker, I decided to see it for myself. The film's story is based on a declaredly "romantic"  1862 novel by the noted French poet and novelist Victor Hugo in which Jean Valjean, a convict just released from the Toulon prison on parole after serving 19 years in jail for stealing a loaf of bread to save his child from hunger and who had nothing but bitterness in his heart stole a silver from Bishop Digne, the local bishop who fed him and sheltered him for the night when he was suffering from cold and hunger after he failed time and again after his release in 1815 to find work because of his criminal record. He was caught and taken back to the bishop who said, much to his surprise, that he had given the silver to him as a gift. Deeply touched by the bishop's unconditional forgiveness and love, Valjean swore to live ever after an honest life and did so. After 8 years, he became the owner of a small factory and the mayor of a little French town Montreuil-sur-Mer. He had a worker Fantine who had to suffer all kinds of sexual harrassment from his foreman because she needed the money to support her illegitimate daughter Cosette whom she unwisely entrusted to the care of a pair of scheming and swindling vultures, the Thénardiers, running a house of pleasure. She had just received news that unless she paid more, the Thénardiers would throw Cosette out into the streets. At her wit's end, she bit her lips and started life as a prostitute to make up the difference and suffered all sorts of indignities on her first day. She was beaten up by a punkie customer who maligned her before the police but fortunately was rescued at the last moment by Valjean who was then just passing by. After learning of her plight, Valjean promised Fantine to look after Cosette for her and that he would treat Cosette as if she were his own daughter. Shortly thereafter, Fantine died from the wound inflicted upon her by her client at the hospital to which Valjean had taken her. Then the story fastforwarded to 1830 the time when Cosette was now a middle class teenage lady who fell in love with Marius, the son of a rich merchant who was sympathetic to the cause of the revolution because of all the injustices suffered by the poor of Paris. Lamarque, a good mayor who did his best for the poor had just died. There would be a funeral procession. Marius and his friends thought that the time was right for a revolution and prepared a barricade at the streets of their quarters hoping that the rest of the city's discontented elements would join in. The hoped for revolution failed. In the meantime, Javert, the prison officer who was in charge of the prison where Valjean served his sentence, now a police inspector , an unflinching believer in law and order and in justice and who had never once given up hope of bringing to Valjean to justice for breaking his  parole, had arrested a man whom he believed was Valjean and brought him before a judge. After learning about it and declaring his true identity before an unbelieving court, Valjean abandoned everything he had and lived again the life of a fugitive. He moved to another part of the town, planning  to escape to London but not before telling Marius his true identity and securing from him a promise to look after Cosette well but not to tell Cosette of his true identity for fear of hurting her. He hid in a convent to escape the dogged hunt by Javert, who had earlier blew his cover as a government spy amongst the student revolutionaries but was saved by Valjean from execution by the young revolutionaries. But before that, there was a gun fight between the advancing soldiers and Marius, during which Éponine, the daughter of the Thénardiers, who had to struggle with her own love for Marius to lead Marius to her rival Cosette, threw herself over the body of Marius to protect him from a flying bullet and suffered a fatal wound but not before she disclosed to him the secret that she did not hand to Cosette Marius's farewell letter to her before the revolution was about to begin and asked for forgiveness and that all she asked for now was to die in his arms which she did. Marius himself too was wounded but was saved by Valjean by dragging him through the Parisian sewers. But Valjean too died on the deathbed illusion that his spirit would be guided to heaven by those of the Bishop, Fantine,Éponine and the other revolutionaries. The film ends after Cosette got married to Marius and Javert jumped into the river to end his life because, completely broken by the conflict between his unswerving desire to serve "justice" and his "betrayal" of his ideal after he cornered Valjean again as he was emerging from the sewers with Marius and could have arrested or killed him, decided at the last moment to let him go.It was a moving story.

Les Misérables was turned into a film musical co-scripted by Alain Boubilil, Claude-Michel Schönberg and William Nicholson and Herbert Kretzmer, directed by  British director Tom Hooper, starring Hugh Jackman as Jean Valjean, Anne Hathaway as Fantine, Isabelle Allen (child) and Amanda Seyfried as Cosette, Sacha Baron Cohen and Helena Bonham as the Thenardiers, Samanatha Barks as Éponine (Samantha Barks).Eddie Redmayne as Marius Pontmercy and Colm Wilkinson as the Bishop of Digne.

There was some spectacular cinema work eg. that at the start of the film and certain upward shots of Javert towering above the city but overall, the photography is unexceptional. The acting was good but not at all the singing. There's no rule that good actors are blessed also with singing talents. If the film failed to move me as much as it should, I must put it down to the quality of some of the chief protagonists singing e.g Russell Crowe and Amanda Seyfried. When singing, the actors didn't budge at all except when their voices appear off screen which I think would be a much better way of dealing with the songs.The flexibility of the film media was not exploited as much as it should but still it's not a bad way to while away nearly two hours in the dark of the cinema hall.The film does feature nearly all the songs from the original stage musical itself.


2013年1月8日 星期二

Light French and Heavy German Music (輕型法式重型德式音樂)

After what seemed like an unbearable break over almost the entire month of December, I found myself at the Cultural Centre again on Sunday night. Needless to say, it was music which drew me there. As if to welcome a friend back, the first piece opened with some very some energetic fanfare by the brass section, followed by a very romantic and much slower and softer string melody which after some development was rejoined by the opening brass theme, then by another string motif which then finally drew in the whole orchestra playing up to the climax in full blast. The piece was inspired by a poem by the tempestuous English romantic poet who died at age 36 fighting for the Greek War of Independence, Lord Byron. It was a poem called The Corsair about Conrad, a pirate (whom many saw as the alter ego of Byron), a man of many pleasures and few regrets, strong, calm, mysterious, lonely, with eyes that seem able to pierce into others soul, a paradoxical heroic figure fighting against oppression who towered above the crowd of vulgar men and yet is regarded as the author of a thousand crimes. Le Corsaire Overture was written in 1844 by Hector Berlioz, the French master of program music. A most rousing start to the concert. We had a new guest conductor June Märkl from Germany with very exaggerated and abrupt changes of hand gestures and body movement but who seemed able somehow to turn the HK Phil into a huge, perfectly co-ordinated but compliant mechanism for the production of very musical sound. One hears in the music the pathos, the heart yearning for love and adventure at the end the festive joy..

The second piece was a completely different . It was Chausson's Poème Op 25, another French composer, written in 1896, inspired by a romantic novella written in 1881 by one of my favorite Russian novelists, Ivan Turgenev, then living in Paris, a novella called "Song of Triumphant Love", a fantastic tale about jealousy and love in a love triangle. But Chausson turned it into a quasi-violin concerto, initially called "Le Chant de l'armour troimphant", later changed to Poème fantastique. He dedicated it to a famous violinist of his day Eugène Ysaÿe  The violin solo was performed by our first violinist and concert master Igor Yuzefovich. It was one of Chausson's most famous pieces. It was a difficult piece to play for his day. It started with a slow and mysterious opening which became more and more lively as it went along, then slowed down again before picking up speed and ended quietly, A sad and contemplative piece.

Then we had Ravel's Tsigane, another virtuoso violin piece typical of Hungarian rhapsodic Gypsy music, full of fast bow work alternating with sudden changes of rhythm, melodic motifs and moods. It was originally written for the violin and piano but it wasn't long before Ravel adapted it for the orchestra which he premiered in 1924. A very popular, lively but melancholic piece done in the romantic style. Yuzefovich is a true violinist completely equal to the music.

After the intermission, we had Brahm's Symphony No.1 i in C minor OP 68: in I Un poco sostenuto – Allegro – Meno allegro (C minor/C major) II Andante sostenuto (E major) III  Un poco allegretto e grazioso (A-flat major) IV  Adagio – Più andante – Allegro non troppo, ma con brio – Più allegro (C minor/C major). By the time Brahms started to compose it in 1854 he was already quite a famous composer. In this symphony he did pay hommage to Beethoven: he had the kind of heavy theme announcement typical of Beethoven complete with the mighty blows from the timpani which continued to dominate and to mark critical moments in the music throughout the piece and with the very energetic and rhythmic sound from the string to keep up the musical tension at peak level, broken only by solos from the woodwinds and flutes. That's why some call it Beethoven's 10th symphony, a description Brahms didn't like because he did introduce something new of his own.  It took him a full 14 years to complete it, writing, rewriting and re-writing ! Brahms really poured his heart into it. But it was all worth it. The first movement in sonata form, the second and third movement are much less organized and the fourth changed mood from gloom to glory. A very powerful work as Brahm's first venture into symphony. One feels it in the might of music in his sound and yet there's no lack of softer sentiments in the symphony. I love the second movement. It was another very satisfying concert.






2013年1月7日 星期一

The Art of Nature (大自然之美)


I often have dreams in which various abstract paintings of incredibly vibrant colors and beautiful composition would appear on the cinematic screen of my
mind one after another with such unbelievable rapidity that they would leave me dazed in a kind stupor of mixed longings and regrets for tens of minutes after I wake up. Every time I had such dreams, I would lie in bed
and try my best to recall them because they are so unimaginably beautiful. I felt that If I didn't do so, they would be lost forever. A few lingering moments savoring them are still better than none at all . At such
moments, I so hated myself that I could not paint and thus be able to leave behind a more
permanent record of them so that the world may share in some of my
onieric ecstasies. Alas, I got to reconcile myself to the painful fact
that I have neither talent nor training in painting at all. Now that I am taking some wobbly steps in the direction of exploring the art of  photography, perhaps they would help a little in filling up that gaping hole that gnaws at my soul.
To me, color is the spice of life. I love all kinds of color. Some colors are light and suggest a certain flimsiness,
delicacy, gentleness, softness, elegance, grace and insubstantiality and sometimes a mood of peace, tranquility and harmony. Other colors are strong and may help convey powerful emotions and perhaps  a mood of force, strength, energy, weightiness, vigor, intensity and passion. In different hues, tints, shades or tones, different colors seem to me to the perfect vehicle for conveying the multifarious moods that our life immerses us in at different moments, whether we will or not. Maybe, that may help explain why I have such a craving for going out to the countryside and look around whenever I got the chance. I was looking for the colors of Life itself. Perhaps, deep inside my psyche, a tiny voice, a voice which has for years been muffled  by the cares of daily living, is hinting to me and beckoning me to return to Nature from whence I came, that that is where I must go, if I want to get in touch with my own hidden feelings. Perhaps that's why, although I went to Tai Tong Country Park the day before yesterday, I felt an irresistible urge to go there again yesterday. I really wouldn't know. The colors of Nature are really infinite. Maybe Nature is the greatest artist that ever lived.  Perhaps each of the photos which follow have a story of its own to tell? .


































































What are these photos of Nature trying to tell me? I wonder.