Environment Personal

[2600] A lament of a tree lover

I do love trees. There is something comforting about trees, especially when I am surrounded by tall buildings most of the times. In the tropical Kuala Lumpur, it also has a cooling effect. That makes the city every bit more livable, never mind the aesthetic value it offers. Imagine large rain trees with the sound of leaves whistling as soft breeze blows through the landscape. Even imagining so is enough to make me smile a bit.

Great trees remind me of a time when I was relatively carefree, when I would lie down in the shade of a tree during summer, sleeping or reading a book or just eating lunch. The memories I associate with trees calm me down. A place without trees is a barren place and a depressing at that.

I can say that I have emotional connection with trees, especially with those within my familiar environs. And I had favorite trees in the past. These favorite trees of mine were where I would return almost daily when the weather permitted to do what a young me would do. I would lie down on the grass, by the trees and just stared at the clear blue skies. The mind would just be empty, uncluttered by equations, reports, personal issues, and only the heaven knows what else. I would be at peace with myself.

It hurts me whenever I see a tree cut down. Sure, there is deforestation everywhere, everyday but the feeling is accentuated when I see it. There is a feeling within me, almost irrational, that equates such cutting down to torture or killing of animals.

So, it pains me to see trees are being cut down to make way for the construction of the mass rapid transit in Kuala Lumpur. The first trees cleared to my knowledge were those on Federal Hill. I spotted it all the way up from the Parliament tower when I had a short stint there. It is the spot where the tunnel begins. Or will begin.

The latest patches of green succumbing to the monsters that would make up Devastator in the animated series Transformers (not the horrible Michael Bay’s version—he ruined Transformers) are in Damansara. The trees by the road leading to Bangsar from Jalan Semantan are now gone. The trees along the Sprint Highway will be gone soon too. Some have already been cut down.

I know, in terms of carbon accounting, the MRT will probably reduce net carbon emissions even as it cut down those trees (as well as trees for timber from elsewhere). That is good but it still pains me to see these trees being there no more. Between watching a pillar supporting the MRT rail line and a green, lush tree, I prefer the latter.

Also, the dust is nothing to look forward to.

Do not get me wrong. I do love to see a Kuala Lumpur with MRT. I do love intracity trains. Notwithstanding its financial merit and demerit, for better or for worse, a city with a great rail system is nice to live in. I for one do hate driving and the MRT will provide an alternative way for me to move around the city, if I stay in the city by the time the lines are operational. But that does not mean everything about the MRT is a-okay.

There are costs to it and the trees are one of the costs.


[2242] Of tree, shadow and the stack

It was a beautiful day today.

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The panel belongs to the Fisher Library.

What I like about this photo is the difference in sharpness of the shade.

ASEAN Personal Photography

[2055] Of a tree by the Old School

I have not been blogging religiously as I want to. This is due to slightly being overwhelmed with school work, stuff to do for the Malaysia Think Tank as well as the Malaysian Nature Society, meeting people planning a revolution and writing in general.

And how do I solve the problem?

By playing Championship Manager.

I understand that my lack of activity here will sooner or later lose me my blog readers. I certainly do not want that to happen.

Unfortunately, I have not spent enough to time to articulate something intelligent to say at the moment. And so, the situation warrants a photo.

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Within the ground of the University of Sydney, in the southern part, there is a considerably large open, semi-circular space covered with grass with a large old tree sitting silently near the origin of the semi-circle. I like trees and this one is probably the most recognizable in the whole University. it certainly is becoming my favorite tree. It is like Polaris, always there and recognizable. That tree is my rock. Heh!

I have my favorite tree in Michigan. It is the one welcoming students dropping at and saying goodbye to students depart from C.C. Little bus stop. I miss that tree. You might think that I am crazy but I do feel attached to that tree by the Chemistry Building in Ann Arbor.

One day, I will say hi again to that old tree, before I die.

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p/s — happy anniversary to ASEAN.


[1039] Of a morning at a small rubber estate II

As promised.

I had some fun in trying to focus on the object of interest:

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Here is the focused shot:

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[1034] Of a morning at a small rubber estate

On the morning of January 1, I was in Malacca visiting my grandmother. She owns a rubber estate nearby and so, I decided to visit it. It was a productive visit, methinks:

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There are several other photos from the estate that I want to share but I shall not post it today. But soon.