The jackfruit, largest tree borne fruit in the world.





Cotton, vegetable lambs... this must be a good full flock of them.




Lilies in a lake.

These are the songs in a land of eternal summer.


Once there was rain forest. Then plantations and orchards came. When the hands that tended the planted trees grew frail and old, nature reclaimed its ceded territories. Men in turn invaded with arms of steel and houses were built. In the midst of dust, concrete and steel, a migrant village sprang and prospered even as terraces and bungalows rose. In time, local men, perhaps whose forebear once owned lands on those verdant hills mobilized too. Steps were hewed once more with hoes and soles. wooden arches and simple huts were erected and before long, flowering plants grafted and pruned. Lanterns and altars joined the serene landscape soon after.
Now, crowds thronged the hills at dusk and dawn, seeking beauty, seeking gods.

If they truly are man's best friend, they can never be far behind where we go.










I do not believe men can be more industrious than ants, tirelessly burrowing an amphitheater in the sand.
But some are not too far off, working yesterday's grove for extra cash to feed the bulging tummy that will deflate in a few months time.
These are the testament of being alive.
May your life far exceeds your years.