"A photograph is not only an image (as a painting is an image), an interpretation of the real; it is also a trace, something directly stencilled off the real, like a footprint or a death mask."
Susan Sontag (1933- ); in New York Review of Books 23June, 1977
Human faculty of imagination is a potent organization
founded on meditation and perception [one’s perspective] where apparently dis-organized
elements are given harmony and pattern and motif and definiteness. To the
imaginative the visible world is a mere admixture of random colours thrown on a
white page by a small child who is gradually getting experienced in the art of
painting: the banal. To such a powerful mind that works most effectively in
solitude, the sphere that stays not visible and tangible to the regular senses
of ours is full of harmony and shape. And though it seems inchoate initially,
meditation and union with one’s inner self can yield the Sparks that are always
already there—here and everywhere; within and without—show themselves up just
as a tree bears fruit when the correct time and effort ripen[s]. Suman Das [1st July, 2017; 9:54am]
P.S.: This is a real photograph and not a photoshop-work as
it might appear.
These beauties have a very mild cry that would make you feel a soft love and admiration for these. They would hop around from one point to another seeking small insects or something like that to feed on, and sing while searching. Very quick and sudden in their movement, you cannot easily take your eyes and attention off them owing to their peculiarly sing-song cry if not for their deep yellowish-green back and brilliant eyes.
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They have a heart and mind to play with their biggest
threats. Now, what the true fact is behind such a peering eye I cannot say. But
from a puerile perspective I could only believe that it was playing hide and
seek with me. Often did I fail to have it within my frame, but what can defeat
a patient lens? Original file size:5.07mb Please share your views!
Life is always in transition. And so are all its elements—big
and small; abstract and concrete; the living and the dead. Even in this
continuum, moments of blissful sights and sounds, fragrance and romance can be
experienced and enjoyed. John Keats did rightly write that “A thing of beauty
is a joy for ever”. In fact, that thing is an intrinsic part of the moment when
it can be seen in its climactic point in terms of its beauty and effulgence. This
“Moment of Suspended Diamonds” demonstrates the idea. They would hang on that
fine and almost invisible spider-web—now, just a left-over of a once a fuller
one that had helped the creator catch so many preys—till the sun brightens and vaporizes
the whole lace of beauteous arrangement into mere naught. Original file size: 5.14mb Please leave a word or two!
To balance on one foot and then keep standing for hours on end is really a Herculean task for others. But such a difficult feat is just a part of the instinct of these egrets. Original File Size: 5.62mb Please share your views too!
Patience—and not guns or arrows—is the only weapon that can help a
hunter perform his act. Patience is that which gives the hunter-mind the
proper endurance to bear the pain of waiting and watching for hours on end that
itself does not assure success at any point of painful watch. Original file size: 5.00mb
Perhaps the cutest pet one can have in one's domestic sphere, a cat is so full of surprises. It surely has more variety in its character than any other animal. And hence this is a colourful creature that needs cuddling, a piece of fish, a flat dish of milk, rats to play with, and, during the cold winter, your own thick blanket to bury itself in and dream the best dreams it is capable of. The warmth of the sun enlivens their laziness, and the mere sight of a tub of water you take it to for cleansing threatens its furry existence! Kitty!! Your eyes are the prettiest in the entire world, and your "mew" is more melodious and loving than the word 'love' itself!! Original file size: 5.06mb Share your views. Please do!
With their perpetually sniffing nostrils and beady eyes that only black pearls can rival to some degree, squirrels make both for admiration and fun in equal terms. Such agile features; such one powerful brush-like tail; and such a natural display of nimble motion with the ever-quivering ears ready to catch every sound or grating movement of threats or food make this animal a potent example of "life". Yes, life is not just defined in them. Life, in fact, is defined by them.
With four pair of eyes and legs these are one of the most crafty insects that live with us. Dangerous as they might seem and feel like to the weak-hearted, these are very tender beings that only look for small insects as their prey and food. I believe that if there is any creature that lives with us then that is "us":the human beings. We are creating an imbalance in Nature. Love spiders, and other insects, and please do NOT harm them. They have a right to live. Original file size: 4.85mb A single word from you would do justice!
I found these birds very interesting. They hop around this shallow part of the forest river [in Neora; Gorumara Forest] and look for small living creatures like fishes and fries and shell and water insects. They jump about all the time and get to a maximum of their knee-deep water poking the sand or mud-bed with their sharp beaks. Against the placid and clear layer of the mirror-like shiny surface that reflected the blue of the clear sky above, these small birds looked like little diggers of immense wealth that lay hidden under the ripples. Original file size: 5.21mb Do leave your views before leaving!
A mighty bird that can aim at its prey from miles above the ground before diving down to go for it unfailingly, an eagle is a beautiful bird that has a perfect instinct of a hunter. I often wonder why some of the most beauteous animals in the planet are often the most dangerous and life-threatening! Original file size: 5.96mb Do leave your comment!
Mostly seen in winter, the cob-webs look like bejeweled necklaces with pearls or diamonds hanging from the finest strands. So lusty these drops are that they would not fall off despite the strong gale that continue to flow through this fine network of Nature's Fancy. Original file size: 6.64mb Please express yourself as well!
Soothing to the eye and opiate for the tired mind, a soft bed of half-wet grass beneath the luxuriant canopy of green leaves can offer a befitting haven for a man who needs to stop and rest. For others, just a beautiful sight of the heaven on earth. File size: 6.25mb Please be there!
The petals were blue, but with the gradual loss of the
remaining daylight the blue grew darker as if the ever-darkening sky left the
last drop of its blue upon the frail fingers of the blossoms which the latter
retained with great care and love. In fact, they wore the colour as if there
would never be another day: A souvenir of the last evening before the final
bell. File size: 4.47mb
Solitude is perfectly visible in this part of the country.
Big rocks and boulders appear like thousands of elephants taking bath in the
shallow river called “Subarnarekha”. This picture is a miniscule form of our
own present world where human identity is defined not clearly but only in
silhouettes. We are mere islanders but we hope to reach out to the rest of the
world in search of life even when darkness persists. File size: 2.84mb Please share your views!
Very few insects are perhaps more beautiful than the
butterflies. The wings with all their colourful patterns do cast a magical
spell on the eyes that see them. When the early-morning dews cling to them they
look colourfully decked in exquisite pearls, and who can then fail to look at
them admiringly? File size: 3.30mb
Birds are the denizens of the high. They breathe in the most
pure air, and they descend from their high estate only to give us—the less
fortunate ones—a taste of the higher plain. And though they come down for a
short time, they keep their ambition and desire perpetually high.
I do not find any difference between a new-born animal and a newly unfurled flower. They all look so full of life and full of joy. Innocence and health seem[s] to overbrim the petals or lips or rapture, and bliss is made visible to the eyes that see and the fingers that touch the dew-clad wetness. And then "God be praised" is heard!
The soothing wintry wind sways the delicate twigs to and fro...to and fro, but the dew-drops must be too obstinate to drop down easily. The petals and leaves are their tiny cradles throughout their ephemeral stay on earth.
History speaks to humanity in utmost silence. Not every man can listen to her pregnant thoughts. And those who can and honour, they thrive. While the others who write pages of history and of experience on their own, they do often lose their way in their attempt to paint the world in sheer novelty and newness of ideas and individual activities. History alone stays forever smiling....
Every dawn a walk down the dew-laden grass-bed feels like being in the heaven of perfect joy. The soft feelings brings home peace and quietude. And that alone is the be all and end all of a simple life.
It is quite one thing to listen to the monotonous cry of crickets at night, and quite the other thing to see them escaping the sunlight when they accidentally get exposed to the heat and light. Funny creatures!
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Saharan, a beautiful place in Himachal Pradesh ["The Land of Gods"], seems to be a world of beautiful lizards and other reptiles. When one of these is accidentally encountered, it sulks away but the very next moment it juts out its head to find out who you are.
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