Dry spells usually follow the month of June and this year, it was no exception. Lata Jarum remains a favorite spot for locals for its cool waters as well as its expansive cascades over a few kilometers from the hills...for me, it's the cries of the cicadas that always remind me of the dry spells of my childhood and the fantasies associated with the jungles that my father used to tell me...
Tapak Harimau or Tapak Hantu, depending on who's telling...a beautiful shrub with extremely large leaves with unusual extensions, giving it its namesake.
Tapak Harimau or Tapak Hantu, depending on who's telling...a beautiful shrub with extremely large leaves with unusual extensions, giving it its namesake.
Beautiful bloom of a ginger
A fallen leaf on a mudtrack
Two beetles
The upper source of Lata Jarum...the water spurts out under this huge boulder and there won't be any stream up-stream as the river has gone 'underground' until this point.
Flesh-coloured leaf bract of a young Mahang sappling.
Wild bananas, Musa spp.
An insect on the forest floor
In death, a grasshopper still has its unique charm (a dead grasshopper found on the drain)
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