A caricaturist in the biting cold outside and alongside
the queues the Uffizi Gallery.
Looking around on a cold winter day
Firenze, Italy
2010
Travel. Writing. Photography.
Intensity suspended in time and space.
So much adaptability and individuality.
They grow as stumps, fences, creepers.
Beautiful bougainvilleas
Zapped by the beauty of these paper- like flowers I click away.
Karwar, India, June 2012
Some people are blessed with green hands. They can grow any plant, anywhere.
Like Mum, she’s got green hands. (She’s also got a happy heart, and somehow the two seem to be connected. ) A bountiful luxuriant green garden she has- one half an ornamental and the other the kitchen garden. Her organic garden has bountifully yielded her with produce such as pink pepper, turmeric, guavas, custard apples, bananas, coconuts.
Every time I visit home, I find a new addition in her backyard, balconies and around the home. This time, it was this conchshell planter.
I have lost many plants in my pursuit of balcony-gardening.
I am still trying, one pot of a plant at a time.
And mum’s creations, are surely inspirational.
It’s almost raining…
Hubli, Karnataka
June 15th, 2012
This thought in a Lifetime:
Can set me forward or retrace me from where I’am going
Can make me, break me or….. free me
Can last till the end or be gone before its born
Can endure tolerance or enrage a fury
Can be a prayer or a curse
This thought in a Lifetime:
May flower as love or decay as hate
This thought in a Lifetime:
Is firm faith or elusive hope
Is what I make of it- a boon or a bane.
This thought. This thought. This thought.
This Lifetime. Of Thoughts.