A Wacky World

Welcome to the wacky world of an insane photographer.

Let’s smile, this is the only choice you can make. After all, you are left with no other but to be a part of my crazy story.

Disagree? Let's forget about it. The sky may look eerie, you face may look red, you are angry, but that's only your feeling, my story tells differently.

Welcome to my wacky world, I am telling you again, my poor leaf, if you can’t beat me, join me.

Nonetheless, I agree that I do appear in someone's story as well.

I am so saying, "Hi."

Illusion

I accidentally found that my magic wand had fooled me. It reserved half of its power.

I was by then taking pictures of a caterpillar. Trial makes perfect; back and front light, and whatsoever techniques I have read, I put into practice. 

My magic wand started functioning when a band of rainbow appeared on the camera screen.

It changed the transparency of the caterpillar, like how I alter the transparency of a solid fill in Microsoft Office.

That was interesting, I waited more. I could be Merlin or David Copperfield in the next second. 

But it stopped, absurdly.

The caterpillar stayed half-disappeared. My left half was Rainfield, another half  David Copperfield.

Networking

A tree is no doubt a social creature whose life finds meaning in its relation to other tree beings. It develops cramped and distracted kinetic nature of networking, which we call roots, and ours fiber optics.

I wonder during this persistent pursuit, does it crazy about number of likes.

Trees and human beings are alike; everybody partakes of society, they facebook each other, that sounds interesting enough, and worth the effort to write a thesis.

The networking looks complicated on the surface, and is even worse going underground, in which spyware, malware, phishing, virus etc spread around.

This is the life of a tree.

The Unexpected

I never expected to find a star fruit tree in the jungle. I never expected to see any fruits left uneaten by the monkeys. I never even expected any decent photos after my many poor shots. I tried again after a group of hikers had left me alone, but at some new angles.

Really unexpected, everything was then done without much trouble this time, at least from my perspectives.

And so I am now saying, "I never expect I shall be a millionaire, and...."