The Silent Witness

A month before the dreaded Halloween, I went out to practice photoshooting around our not so peaceful neighborhood. Along w/ my almost stolen SLR, my bored but watchful eyes have chanced on a rusty yellow truck left standing in careless abandon.

.
It was forsaken in an open street for a week or so I guess, to the delight of the fun-starving community children who came in troop from somewhere - always ready & always willing to storm our formerly peaceful pavements. The big toy, undoubtedly, had offered the little boys something newer to enjoy.

.
For blogging purposes, I visually challenged myself to execute some papparazi shots from few meters away. Thanks to my soon-to-be-obsolete telephoto-lense, I was able to arrest (I think) the boy's natural display of wonder, agility and pride in rightful angle.
.
IN- OUT-UP-and- DOWN…
.
From the looks of it, the kiddoes have had seemed to perfected the art of indoor plunging and bending,
.

.
of leaping & trekking the outer and uppermost corner,

.

.
of sitting like a dignified "King" from inside,

.
and like a nobel "Frog" from outside,
.

.
Oh yes, the unruly little bunch of exhibitionist, err… acrobats are promising and full of life not to mention their inborn know-how in exploring their fullest potentials - with the poor truck, of course as the defenseless medium and silent witness of their kiddy actions & "crimes".
.
Ah if only a Truck could speak I'm pretty sure it has lots of messy & smelly stories to tell….
.

.
Up-close and personal, take a look at some of the invaders who've made up my pre-Halloween post.

***