Flowers are Nature’s Poetry Delving into the Science of Art Flowers are nature’s poetry. As much as I enjoy nurturing greens around me,I love to photograph them when they peep from any corner of the world.In this article I share some of the exotic blooms which I photographed overs years and intend to dwell not […]
2 Clouds smiled sitting up in the sky They have never been in the reckoning before…. Items Numbers Image 11 (10+ feature Image) Poem 1 (How near Fairyland by Yone Noguchi) Quotes 1 (by Elliott Erwitt) Table of Content To me, photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting in an ordinary […]
Off to Roads Where Clouds Come to Greet You En Route Cherrapunji–To the Land of Clouds Beyond the cloud cluster our vehicle sped through the vista wide and open, the road-ladder leading to the sky. The sky falling on earth as if rain, splashed, merged on the asphalt black.My mind churns images from my memory […]
For how long she doesn’t remember that she was compaired with flowers Bloomgale-A Photo Essay She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims…” ― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things Bloomgale […]
Red Photo-Edit of Some Mundane Clicks did Surprise Me….. Abstraction of my Jelly Fish mind To me, photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting in an ordinary place… I’ve found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them–Elliott Erwitt […]
1 Cherrapunji touted to be the Wettest Place on Earth A remote location of Meghalaya, sanskrit for ‘Abode of Clouds” “Color is descriptive. Black and white is interpretive.” — Elliott Erwitt Meghalaya, sanskrit for ‘Abode of Clouds’ is a small state in the north-eastern part of India. Loaded with nature’s resplendence, found even on roadsides […]
In the Bubble of Proliferating Dream I walk smothered by star dust I walk in and out of my dream todayProliferating like reality,Smothered by star dustFeet smudged in mushy mudby the corner where lilies bloom…. The shrub-shroud no hindranceFor light to penetrate the locus,A little place so pristine,Where dreams emanate fragranceOf the real, honeyed whiff […]
