Lovely plant but awful common name of “tractor seat ligularia”. Picture taken in Aukland Botanic Gardens, a very open and interesting gardens.
The stick came tumbling in the air and it was the last one that the drummer tossed into the crowd. Finally all those years of playing catch with whatever objects was going to prove itself. It rolled, it yawed but my eyes were fixed on the axis of the spin. My hand shot up and the stick surrendered itself to the gravitational and destined grip of my pentadactyl limb. I could hear people behind me gasp in awe that I could make that catch with nary an effort. It was the stick of destiny, thrown by Steve Vai’s drummer – Jeremy Colson. I bequeathed the battered pola to Josh and in that moment passed down to him the love of the music of Steve Vai.
What a concert and what showmanship he engendered in the concert. The climax was really at the end of the show, after the encore when the lights of the hall were turned back on and he was on stage without a mike and talking to the crowd. There he was – one of the best guitarists of our time and immediately made everyone feel the camaraderie that was the love for his music.
This path is lined on both sides with this very gentle looking tree Leptospermum brachyandrum. It’s easily the most favorite place in the gardens for me. It looks like a nice place of repose and recollection.
This is a wild mangosteen in cultivation at the Singapore Botanic Gardens.
Mangosteens belong to the family Clusiaceae (or formerly Guttiferae). Some characteristics: Opposite leaves without stipules, yellowish sap, branches emerging almost at right angles to the trunk. More curiously is the “beaked” end of the fruit. The bark is quite dark and makes this plant very distinctive.
It is native to Singapore.
It’s easy to see why this is a heritage tree. It’s been here as a tree since 150 years ago – which must make this tree older than that by quite many years. Such big trees evoke awe and some kind of wonder. To imagine scenes that have changed around its existence is evocative. It is one of the tallest trees in the gardens.
Josh and Matt in the foreground and tiny people on the left of the tree for scale. This tree just makes you stop and stare – if you don’t, then perhaps you’ve missed having a moment of awesome sauce.
A vertical panorama didn’t really do it justice but it did highlight its tall buttresses. How does a tree get that tall, all 47 metres of it? Imagine a forest full of trees these tall.
The crown is spectacular and the photo doesn’t do its massiveness and scale any justice.
Here is a picture of the fruits, one-seeded, woody and 2-winged from the same tree which I took in 2005.
I can almost smell this again. This post is dedicated to friends and ex-students who are overseas. You know you are a true blue Singaporean if this triggers some hunger pangs.
That’s Josh waking up to the eating of a prata.
Clearing out 8 years worth of stuff at work and unearthed some of the things I did in the exciting, beginning years as a teacher in RJC. This one is an elective teachers get to craft and conduct. I don’t have it in my conscious memory but this file certainly flooded my head with memories of my intense studies and readings of Gandhi, Mother Teresa and Rabindranath Tagore. I even made this class interactive and made them string a timeline of key events in Bapuji’s life.
Malacca is a nice place to escape to. Away from rampant development in Sg. However Malacca is experiencing some aggressive development in the city centre. Why can’t we leave things alone?
I miss the old Padang in Malacca.
That’s why it was so nice to see this church and how it’s in idle, sitting there just disregarding time.
Here are my parents and my dad is 80. I have only ever seen them hold hands once and this is the second.
Of all times I have been to church and listen to draggy sermons, this was one of my most holy experience… Simple love between 2 people. Amen.
Had a memorable time at the compounds of this old church in Melaka. They didn’t have Sunday evening mass there so as plans of mice and men oft go astray, we started to wander around the compounds. Wander and wonder we did as the space and architecture beckoned our curiosity and our interaction with the refreshing openspace. There stood an old church with arched doorways built in 1710 and infront was a modern interpretation of Jesus summoning Peter’s faith to “come walk to me” as He calmed the storm from the boat.
I remember this lovely stanza from Tagore
“From the solemn gloom of the temple
children run out to sit in the dust,
God watches them play
and forgets the priest.”
Fireflies by Rabindranath Tagore
(no offence to priests)
Leea having fun “walking” on water.
“If you want something, give it.” Deepak Chopra