Some more light painting

這是年青德國廚師HELPER近日要求我拍攝的創作 (只有我部相機可以EXPOSE 20秒或以上)，雖然係幾好玩但亦為這批圖片捱了至少30口蚊咬...

鴿子

一對鴿子個多月前在屋簷起巢，之後清晨不時被幼鳥叫、鴿子咕嚕咕嚕叫和牠們走路的聲音吵醒，有點惱人。我們有天興起，把監察停車場的閉路電視鏡頭放到屋簷上，看到兩隻幼鳥和一隻蛋。

鳥的監察不夠一天，我們發現其中一隻快長大成人、只餘頭頂點點down的幼鳥一直癱著，原來牠一隻腳和鳥巢的乾草交纏得腫起來，我們把牠抱下，清理好後放回屋簷上。

翌早，再發現這幼鳥掉到地上來，無奈地癱坐在泥地上。是因被人類觸摸過後而被父母拋棄嗎？是試飛不成掉下嗎？先禁止貓走近，再給鳥遮陰和水，但如何處置牠才好？這鳥未長成已有殘疾，恐怕未必長得大，但每當走近牠牠就奮力拍翼，看著牠未有放棄生命，於是翻書找出好的處理方法，書說鳥的嗅覺不會辨出幼鳥被人觸及，至於牠是否被拋棄就不得而知，我們決定放牠回巢。

等了半天，黃昏鴿子父母回巢了，幼鳥和牠的兄弟馬上吱吱叫，在模糊的監路電視中，只見父母走向幼鳥的兄弟餵哺，過一會終於走到幼鳥身邊有所動作，我們相信鴿父母仍有照顧幼鳥，可以放心了。

佛地魔

最近的玩意..

Snow-white and the seven dwarfs

*給點耐性慢慢讀，實在很正。

from REVOLTING THYMES by Roald Dahl

illustrated by Babette Cole

When little Snow-White's mother died,

the king, her father, up and cried,

"Oh, what a nuisance! What a life!

Now I must find another wife!"

(It's never easy for a king

To find himself that sort of thing.)

He wrote to every magazine

And said, "I'm looking for a Queen."

At least ten thousand girls replied

And begged to be the royal bride.

The king said with a shifty smile,

"I'd like to give each a trial."

However, in the end he chose

A lady called Miss Maclehose,

Who brought along a curious toy

That seemed to give her endless joy -

This was a mirror framed in brass,

A MAGIC TALKING LOOKING-GLASS.

Ask it something day or night,

It always got the answer right.

For instance, if you were to say,

"Oh Mirror, what's for lunch today?"

The thing would answer in a trice,

"Today it's scrambled eggs and rice."

Now everyday, week in week out,

The spoiled and stupid Queen would shout,

"Oh Mirror Mirror on the wall,

Who is the fairest of them all?"

The Mirror answered every time,

"Oh Madam, you're the Queen sublime.

You are the only one to charm us,

Queen, you are the cat's pyjamas."

For ten whole years the silly Queen

Repeated this absurd routine.

Then suddenly, one awful day,

She heard the Magic Mirror say,

"From now on, Queen, you're Number Two,

Snow-White is prettier than you!"

The Queen went absolutely wild.

She yelled, "I'm going to scrag that child!

I'll cook her flaming goose! I'll skin' er!

I'll have her rotten guts for dinner!"

She called the Huntsman to her study.

She shouted at him, "Listen buddy!"

You drag that filthy girl outside,

And see you take her for a ride!

Thereafter slit her ribs apart

And bring me back her bleeding heart!"

The Huntsman dragged the lovely child

Deep deep into the forest wild.

Fearing the worst, poor Snow-White spake,

She cried, "Oh please give me a break!"

The knife was poised, the arm was strong,

She cried again, "I've done no wrong!"

The Huntsman's heart began to flutter,

It melted like a pound of butter.

He murmured, " Okay, beat it, kid",

And you can bet your life she did.

Later, the Huntsman made a stop

Within the local butcher's shop,

and there he bought, for safety's sake,

A bullock's heart and one nice steak.

"Oh Majesty! Oh Queen!" he cried,

"That rotten little girl has died!

And just to prove I didn't cheat,

I've bought along these bits of meat."

The Queen cried out, " Bravissimo!

I trust you killed her nice and slow."

Then (this is the disgusting part)

The Queen sat down and ate the heart!

(I only hope she cooked it well.

Boiled heart can be as tough as hell.)

While all of this was going on,

Oh where, oh where had Snow-White gone?

She'd found it easy, being pretty,

To hitch a ride in to the city,

And there she'd got a job unpaid,

As general cook and parlour-maid

With seven funny little men,

Each one not more than three foot ten,

Ex horse-race jockeys, all of them.

These Seven Dwarfs, though awfully nice,

Were guilty of one shocking vice -

They squandered all of their resources

At the race-track backing horses.

(When they hadn't backed a winner,

None of them got any dinner.)

One evening, Snow - White said, "Look here,

I think I've got a great idea.

Just leave it all to me, okay?

And no more gambling till I say."

That very night, at eventide,

Young Snow - White hitched another ride,

And then, when it was very late,

She slopped in through the Palace gate.

The King was in his counting house

Counting out his money,

The Queen was in the parlour

Eating bread and honey,

The footmen and the servants slept

So no one saw her as she crept

On tip - toe through the mighty hall

And grabbed THE MIRROR off the wall.

As soon as she had got it home,

She told the Senior Dwarf (or Gnome)

To ask it what he wished to know.

"Go one!" she shouted. "Have a go!"

He said, "Oh Mirror, please don't joke!

Each one of us is stony broke!

Which horse will win tomorrow's race,

The Ascot Gold Cup Steeplechase?"

The Mirror whispere sweet and low,

"The horse's name is Mistletoe."

The Dwarfs went absolutely daft,

They kissed young Snow - White fore and aft,

Then rushed away to raise some dough

With which to back old Mistletoe.

They Prawned their watches, sold the car,

They borrowed money near and far,

(For much of it they had to thank

The manager of Barclays Bank.)

They went to Ascot and of course

For once they backed the winning horse.

Thereafter, every single day,

The Mirror made the bookies pay.

Each Dwarf and Snow - White got a share,

And each was soon a millionaire,

Which shows that gambling's not a sin

Provided that you always win.