Agate in the fields, paddy verdant stand and sway, harvest bears true jewels! – Narendra Nayak © 2019
On a fine morning blessed with clear blue skies, about three weeks back, a pandemonium of Rose-ringed Parakeets (Psittacula krameri) descended upon our neighbourhood in all their emerald glory. Swinging on the high-strung cables, our broadband lifeline, the five females and two males started putting in a regular appearance – thrice a day – since … Continue reading I See You!
Photography, for me, is a game of light, and light alone; the presence or absence of illumination, in part or in whole – the varying luminescence casting shadows and silhouettes, shaping profiles and outlines, moulding contours and depth – the palette intensified with a profusion of shades, hues, tints, tones and intensities, adding distinctive dimensions … Continue reading Let there be Light!
This one takes off from my narrative of June 4th, “Tempest in a Teapot?” (https://asliveroflife.wordpress.com/2019/06/04/tempest-in-a-teapot/), in which I recounted how a team of house sparrows had fortuitously aided the creation of a mini-forest of foxtail millet plants within the confines of my tulsi planter. In due course these plants flowered and fruited, yielding millet seeds … Continue reading The Farmer Sparrows!
In a verdant forest rich and thick, choicest berries and nectar to pick, Jocosus spied in olive and yellow, dazed and soaked who’s this fellow? You look like me except the hues, but suffering quite a case of blues, whence you from, whither bound, don’t mind but never seen around. I am Gularis from the … Continue reading Human(un)kind
Day 14, for my pair of sparrows, started off as any other during their nest-building effort – routine, with all standard operating procedures firmly in place. But as dusk neared I could sense a difference. Every evening the female would go round the nest checking that all six sides were secure (somehow it reminded me … Continue reading Eggs, Yay!
Atop a verdant hillock, beneath the rising sun, looking down on tree tops, my vigil had begun. Ticking off the bird calls, all expected by far, suddenly a screeching call, loud and bizarre. On the southern slopes, I set my sight in search, and there it was riotously, calling from its perch. Quickly from the … Continue reading Mocked by a Mocking Bird!