1 Solitude You are not me anymore I am you “There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more”― Lord Byron I give life to the deadShape to an […]
My thoughts are hands holding a concept Just see how they are leaving me now…. “Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you” - Inspirationfeed/Pinterest My thoughts are handsHolding a concept, an idea, a faceMuse-tendrils like hair beams supported by fingersMinutes uncounted in ridges Afternoon of sortsGrey indications and […]
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 […]
2 Leave me and I will not mourn I will belong to the azure If you ever leave meI will not mourn. I will know I belong to the azure.Walking the solitary path I will blendthe serene. Ambling along the road,I will greet the fenced blooms,Together we will laugh at the Jumping bunny, grazing on the […]
Lockdown Changed the World around Us It’s Been Years…. I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way—things I had no words for–Georgia O’Keeffee Lockdown changed the world around us.It’s been four years our eyes trained to new ways of life.But it came riding on pain, loss, […]
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 […]
“Color is descriptive. Black and white is interpretive.” – Eliott Erwitt The effort is to translate thoughts into lines, to make it speak without words.There can be no colour which is descriptive of mood than black and white. The apparent absence of colour is the collection of the whole hue-array.The reason Graphite/charcoal is my favourite […]
That well lit Sky Bulb Of how sun makes her part of a glory. “I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of […]
The sail of silly wind ceased.Navy cloak-cover damps the sky.Sky palming the wet moon.Dripping. Slimy. Mouldy.Night sleeps under the blanket of rain.Turned frost.Wind, wondering how to cross the Cosmic sea, ether growing conocybes.The fungal moon. But onceThe wind treaded blithe,Roaming the permeating mystic,Fluttered the pristine, white sail,The ship sailed, when the luna silvered the river,Settled in […]
