Hopefully when we go back to Sabah this December, I will get a chance to re-visit the Mahua waterfall in my father’s kampung – some of my photos taken during our last trip here.
I plan to focus more on wildlife and hope to get more time going down on my knees to see the kind of insects and plants that grow in abundance in this semi-virgin forests – which solely depends on my husband’s patience.
Another problem is, I was just told of an incident where a photo taken in a similar forest includes an unwanted subject of the supernatural kind – unless it’s a trick of the light or camera sensor gone wrong?
Worse, if I had told my mother – the typical superstitious Asian – she would straightaway conclude it with an of-course-it’s-a-you-know-what! But “trained” by her constant stories cum lessons on jungle-spirits survival, I sort of know what to do.
Sprinklings of holy water, verses of prayers and the native way of keeping safe in a forest, “Minta maaf, saya tidak nampak kamu ni..” – forgive me, I cannot see you.
(And I do NOT want to see you in my photos too – just need to figure out how to communicate this part).
