‘Georgetown Doors II’
…more inviting doors from Penang’s historic area…
Georgetown Doors II
Tag: Penang
Georgetown Doors I
‘Georgetown Doors I’
…satisfyingly symmetrical…
Owlstanding
‘Owlstanding’
…yes, indeed! god, i love a bit of word play, murals too…
Minaret
‘Minaret’
Knock On Effect
‘Knock On Effect’
…knock, knock…who’s there?…
Spiral Staircase
‘Spiral Staircase’
…enter the swirl, wrought only for you…
Penang Shophouse
‘Penang Shophouse’
Orient II
‘Orient II’
Just planning a trip to one of my favourite places, Penang in Malaysia, later in the year.
Penang is known as the “Pearl of the Orient”.
This photo version of bamboo design helps set the mood of anticipation…
Simple In Virtue, Steadfast In Duty
‘Simple In Virtue, Steadfast In Duty’
All Shots Fired
‘All Shots Fired’
…an old cannon is merely a decorative piece – job done…
The Blue Mansion
‘The Blue Mansion’
Possibly the most gorgeous house I have set foot in.Having a blue sort of day today, so this is to remind of the beauty in that hue.
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Locked In Love
From the things I just don’t get department, I present this pic of padlocks, many pink and heart shaped, affixed to a fence atop Penang Hill in Malaysia.
Apparently, there is a bridge across the Seine River in Paris, where so many other star-crossed lovers have done the same thing that the bridge itself is sagging under the weight of thousands of padlocks.
If a lock is not a metaphor for entrapment and being hemmed in, I don’t what is.
Sinking bridges speak for themselves!
Call me a curmudgeon, but I don’t understand it…. and, on a purely aesthetic and functional front, pink padlocks are just plain f**king weird…
Zen Gate At The Snake Temple
“In Zen they say: “Don’t seek the truth. Just cease to cherish opinions”. What does that mean? Let go of identifications with your mind. Who you are beyond the mind then emerges by itself “.
– Eckhart Tolle, from ‘A New Earth’.
We love our opinions and our right to have them .
To hang on to them, defend them, fight others over theirs.
We sometimes identify with our opinions, forgetting that they are not actually us.
I think of opinions I have held strongly, then later discarded.Who I am didn’t actually change.`
Some thoughts and opinions I have are kind and beautiful; others, like the snakes who inhabit the Buddhist temple where I took this photo, are just a bit twisted and scary!
ebb then flood 