Relatively cloudless skies and a brilliant सप्तमी moon gave me an opportunity to explore the Selene landscape once again.
For the poet at heart, a powerful telephoto lens or a good telescope is a bit of a disappointment. The fair, radiant countenance is so terribly pock marked with thousands of impacts from flying rocks of varying sizes that have left Earth’s twin scarred forever.
What are dreams made up of but unfulfilled aspirations and desires?
After seeing the clouds enchantingly sit on mountaintops, I was reminded of William Shakespeare’s Sonnet VI.
Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty’s treasure ere it be self-killed.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That’s for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair
To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.
The Weaver bird sat with a few of his friends looking forlornly at the bare branches of the Acacia tree. The tree is where they build their intricately woven nests that offer them shelter. The tree had been badly singed in a wildfire in the summer and has all but perished. Only the bare, sad skeleton of a once proud tree remains. They will start with their annual nest building soon.
The skies were suffused for a fleeting moment with an unreal celestial magical show just after sunset. I could feel the leash I once held so often tug at my hand insistently as my furry son grew impatient at my standing still admiring His painting skills. I could sense his presence, after all I was proximate to his forever resting place. He had, as was his habit, moved on ahead and seemed to stop and look back to see if I would follow him, which I definitely will, another day.
I was reminded of this sublime piece of verse:
Walking into a golden sky
By D I Harrison
Walking into a golden sky
When I start and walk alone,
Rain, dark storms folding about me,
When I need a person – you –
And you were just here,
I shall never walk alone,
For you are here, but just now
You’re at a different here,
And yet here the silver lark’s song is heard
(by us both).
The picture has been shot without any filters and has not in any way been postprocessed.
The Sun, undoubtedly tired from its daily trudge across the heavens, seemed happy to sink at the horizon for a well deserved rest for the night. It left behind a sky full of molten gold as a lone shrub silhouetted against it’s bright body bid it adieu….
While I, an awestruck spectator watching in wordless wonder, reached for a device to capture the moment in an expression of Carpe diem.
The rays of the dawn appeared on the mountains as if liquid gold had spread in the skies.
Clear skies and a gentle breeze with the sweet, repetitive sounds of the warblers made it a sublime experience and a privilege I was happy to be witness to. Daily , yet vastly underrated miracles.
Each sunset weaves a different story, the multihued evanescent beauty that unfolds in the skies is truly breathtaking and awe-inspiring. No two moments are alike in any sunset, the panoply of ever changing colours so mind boggling. Impossible to capture the beauty through a lens…
I was reminded of a poem I had read while in school when I saw this Sunset in the hills.
Out of the Sunset’s Red
by William Stanley Braithwaite
Out of the sunset’s red
Into the blushing sea,
The winds of day drop dead
And dreams come home to me. —
The sea is still,— and apart
Is a stillness in my heart.
The night comes up the beach,
The dark steals over all,
Though silence has no speech
I hear the sea-dreams call
To my heart; — and in reply
It answers with a sigh.
A solitary stalk bearing multiple small delicate flowers from a mass of thick flat, waxy leaves looked very intriguing.
This is the Dracaena trifasciata , a species of flowering plant in the family Asparagaceae, native to West Africa from Nigeria east to the Congo but now naturalized widely across the globe.
It is most commonly known as the snake plant, Saint George’s sword, mother-in-law’s tongue, and viper’s bowstring hemp, among other names.
Until 2017, it was known under the synonym Sansevieria trifasciata.
It is an evergreen perennial plant forming dense stands, spreading by way of its creeping rhizome, which is sometimes above ground, sometimes underground.
Its stiff leaves grow vertically from a basal rosette.
Mature leaves are dark green with light gray-green cross-banding and usually range from 70–90 centimetres long and 5–6 centimetres wide, though it can reach heights above 2 m in optimal conditions.
The specific epithet trifasciata means “three bundles”.
The plant exchanges oxygen and carbon dioxide using the crassulacean acid metabolism process, which allows them to withstand drought.
The microscopic pores on the plant’s leaves, called the stomata and used to exchange gases, are opened only at night to prevent water from escaping via evaporation in the hot sun. It is a weed in some parts of northern Australia. It’s flowers emit a fragrance only at night
We were shocked to see this gigantic specimen in our neighbourhood garden while on our walk. Measuring more than 20 cm in length, it is easily the largest snail I’ve seen in India. This is the Giant African Snail
Lissachatina fulica is a species of large land snail that belongs in the subfamily Achatininae of the family Achatinidae.
It is also known as the Giant African land snail. It shares the common name “giant African snail” with other species of snails such as Achatina achatina and Archachatina marginata.
This snail species has been considered a significant cause of pest issues around the world. Internationally, it is the most frequently occurring invasive species of snail. It not just destroys and displaces native snail species, it spreads disease amongst humans as well. It is considered one of the world’s top 100 pests.
The happiness and peace I get from being in verdant nature is unique.
The crisp air, the pleasing and enthralling many shades of green and the continual rejuvenation of the vegetation.
An enchantment that’s just endearing and eternally addictive.