Thin grey clouds hung on the pale blue sky while soft daylight grew gradually to intensity the hue of the plants. I went back to the pathway to continue with the panorama. I failed to find a simple view to paint amongst the bushes again because I always under estimate the complexity of the tree canopies. The gale wind stopped blowing the leaves on the top of the kind palm from side to side, making the scenery quiet and calm. Without such violent gesture relevant to yesterday’s situ, I forgot the sensational momentum and began to objectify the figures while depicting the scene. Some noise wafted from the swaying bushes on the plant bed behind me, and I turned my head seeing a flock of bird hopped gathering on the grasses. They flew to the branches of the tree faster than my camera could shot them and began to chirp under the soft, warm and hazy sunshine.