Many are impressed at how buildings are sprouting in Chinese as well as certain Arabic cities. The trend is not alien to Kuala Lumpur at the moment, though the pace is probably less than stellar.
The new buildings in the city are marvelously modern and clean in design. The one besides The Ascott is a great example.
And yes, do notice the yellow crane.
And yes, Kuala Lumpur has blue sky.
What goes up must come down.
On the way down from the top of Janing Barat at Endau, I snapped a couple pictures. One of them is this:
I think fungus makes good subject for photography. I have another mushroom shot somewhere in the archive.
It is two hours to Monday and I am already suffering from Monday blue. I browsed through my album and this tapir lightened things up a bit for me.
The Path Finders of the Malaysian Nature Society is organizing a day hike to Bukit Tabur at the Klang Gate some time in the coming September. I am responsible to organize the trip and so, currently, I am looking at September 8, the last Saturday before the Ramadan begins.
At the same time, I am hoping for a haze-free day. Kuala Lumpur last Friday was shrouded with haze and that worries me.
In the meantime, I need to do some recon (interestingly, some people call it recce) work in the area and am planning to do it on July 21 and that is a Saturday. Anybody want to join me for a day hike in July?
I finally visited the Kota Damansara Community Forest Park yesterday. The Malaysian Nature Society was organizing an environmental program for girl guide brigades from several schools around Kuala Lumpur and Society needed hands. I helped out and in doing so, I fulfilled a promise that I made to myself not too long ago.
When I first saw it, I was impressed. Whether it is a large pond or a small lake, the view is marvelous in the morning with slight mist in the air, with dead tree trunks coming out from the bottom of water bowl. Only the sky was uncooperative by being cloudy but with only a little hint of turquoise.
Closer inspection however brought me disgust. Trash was everywhere. Instead of being protected as the oldest forest reserve in Malaysia, at the moment, it is a mini-dump yard.
And so Irving Berlin sang. And so how I felt after I stumbled upon an old photograph in a computer at home.
I am feeling a little bit melancholy at the moment. I miss Michigan badly. Sigh…