Row, Row, Row Your Boat... (Out the Window III)

With Summer slowly fading away, giving way to cold showers and noticeably shorter day, activities around the Hoe, however, intensified. Maybe everyone is squeezing all that is left from the good weather to be out and rowing.

I still remembered the times in university when I took up canoing as an activity with another friend. We went for canoing practical test out in the open sea, not that far though, just off the beach of Desaru. The good old times in university.

The plethora of water vehicles were eye opening. When the weather was really good, with the sun up high above, they form an amazing picture. Boats such as these dot the sea with their vibrant colours while yachts paint with triangles of white and major vessels dashes of grey on this vibrant blue canvas.

A view of the sea from the kitchen, apparently is slowly becoming something I take for granted. Nowadays, I spend less time by the opened windows. Gone were the days when I would sip a cup of coffee while looking out to the sea. It made me wonder how long have I longed for a change of landscape.

Looking Out to the Sea (Out the Window II )

There were many who were like him, braving the cold breeze, waiting for bait to bring something in. I wonder if he caught anything, however I doubt it would be anything bigger than your palm. Maybe it was all in the fun of anticipating.

This made me question, why was he wearing a high visibility jacket. Was it because that you have to show yourself to everyone and not appear as a 'shooter without consent'?

Heartwarming shot of three generations together on a stroll by the sea. This was a special one, as most of the time, I saw couples of all ages, kids with parents, kids with siblings, not like this.

Friends, are family that you have chosen.

Out the Window

From the confines of my living room, occasionally I was able to spot some sails bracing the high winds, sailing across the Hoe. It didn't matter which direction the wind was howling from. The sails were able to bend it to the ship master's will and send the vessel on its predetermined course.

Seeing them in the sails reminded me of times when I had the sea breeze running through my hair and brushing against my face. Those were the few occasions when I went fishing with my Dad, nice. Though in the end it left me with dehydrated skin, which pained as I squinted my eyes, it turned out to be memorable.

On a fine weekend afternoon, with the sun high up and the clouds out of sight, many more can be spotted, clustering the watery space with their white sails. These are some of the sights which I behold on weekend afternoons, taking them in as the little things of life here, away from home.