(Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson)
The trickle of water as it flowed from one uneven rock formation to another jagged compatriot, gurgled like a trinket of pearls. A stork waiting mendicant like for its next meal emanated a percussive sound that resembled a rhythmic beat.
Siew Kuan unslung her camera, went on one knee and carefully adjusted the aperture stop of her lens. Just when the spindly legs of the stork appeared in focus, Siew Kuan lost her balance and landed face first into the water.
Helping her on her knees, her Uncle Bhup gently advised her, “Mother Nature has neither rewards nor punishments. Only consequences.”
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The credit for the breathtaking photograph goes to Dale Rogerson