Thank you God for the blessings that only you can provide!
It was a weekend so I was supposed to get up late and enjoy the non-working day but there I was on my bicycle and cycling in the villages. What else one can do in the neighborhood? It was unusually quiet Saturday morning and the whole apartment building seemed an abandoned property due to no movement of anyone, not too many cars running their engines and even the constant ringing of the 7-11 door has stopped for a while… I thought people evacuated the place while I was asleep. Or did I wake up too early? So I took the chance to cycle and exercise at the same time. I could hardly exercise the past days because of the demands of work are hard to ignore.
Anyway, as I was cycling along the way, I noticed the fields are green again and some areas are ready for seeding.They have harvested the rice when I was out of the country. I missed the smell of the burnt hays and grasses before they prepare for re-planting. Ahh… simple upcountry living, fresh and quiet. Just the way I like…
Pedalling on to the next village I thought I could get my famourite ‘kanom cheen’ a thai spicy noodle with sauce similar to curry. But to my dismay, the store was close therfore I have no choice but to move on. Still more greens, rice paddies and rivers. Dogs occassionaly stick their head to check who’s passing by their bestfriend’s house but most of the them went back to lie down on the ground.
When I got back to the apartment the sun was already high and hurt a bit. Got a phone call from my sister who wanted me to come over to her house as she too was bored to death. This is probably the most boring Saturday! Despite that, I have some nice shots of the neighborhood again. I don’t get tired of taking photos of the place. I like it here, peaceful and less drama unlike the urban place I used to live! 😀
Fields of green, fresh and calm.
Year round, these rice paddies produce tons of rice grains. I witnessed how farmers battled against heat and fatigue. I saw how many times the greens turned yellow and brown and back to green again. I heard the engines of trucks loading rice, chatter of farmers and the loud noise of tractors. This lovely morning, I imagined what would this place be like 5 years from now? Still a vast ricefield or a populated village? Who knows!