"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
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I found this
incredible cluster of Mushrooms at the Kashi Mitra Crematorium today while the
lengthy process of cremating my uncle was going on. Death and celebration of
death is somewhat organically related to life itself. Life is a difficult
admixture of episodes of every possible colour and shade. These mushrooms do
seem to convey some certain message to the living world and the bark on which
these grew huddling together was dead for many years. Death is the foundation
of life. And to that alone life must pay tribute...at the final point after the completion of the journey.
I do dedicate this to
"his" memory. May be he shall be re-born as another mushroom tomorrow
before the day dawns.
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