Under the canopy of lush green leaves, we can find solace from the din of a chaotic urban decay. Here, pollution is not apparent. The songs of the birds are melodies that seem to clear the mind. The breeze that cools the warmth from the heat of the sun is a welcome relief. To rest under these trees is not just for the body but for the mind as well.
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.” ~John Lubbock
One of the highlights of our 2016 summer vacation was when we went to this river. The children and their cousins swam in the big pool-like holes. They stayed in the silver tent for some snacks. My cousin and I stayed in a little pocket pool. These pocket pools were made by the big machineries quarrying the rocks. It was too hot to stay longer so we went back to have lunch at home. These simple bonding moments with family are the things we look forward to whenever we go back home to visit.
Thinking of long gone summer days in the midst of a typhoon.
The blue hour happens within a short time frame. If you want to take photos of this particular setting, you have to prep beforehand so that everything you need are within easy reach.
It is during this time that people go home to rest (in the normal world without graveyard shift at work), when everything is supposed to slow down. It is this time when even the birds look for shelter to settle for the night.