A breath-taking view from this point. It was not a DSLR lenses I was using. Just a little small Ipod that I carry all the times. I had captured this view on one of my leisure photography occasion, I would call it. This height, where I have been standing for ages in my life, every evening during my teenage time, such a lovely place I would never forget. I have grown up down this steep hill ever since. It was many years ago and now I am aging you see. Witnessing the development, no one would think it was actually once a quarry site. I was there. I still recall the dust and the noisy sound of the lorries passing by repeatedly every day back and forth carrying the gravels. It was bombed, the inner part of the hill sharp at 12 almost every afternoon. I was too young to understand what were they doing and we could feel the shake of the hill bombing. We had no idea what they were up to until....
....the dusty quarry site becomes this giant-domed proudly stand on top of it hill.
It's now becomes a great place and one of the famous 'must go' places in my hometown and I am just staying down there, my historical mother's house :)
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