Tag: orange
Lady of the Flowers
Painted Ladies are the most widely distributed butterfly: found on every continent except for Antarctica and Australia, they’re so ubiquitous even halfway across the world, in a continent I was totally unfamiliar with, they were the sole butterfly I managed to identify in Jordan. This individual was spotted at the other end of the continental plate, in the Himalayas; you can see its long, thin proboscis feeding on the orange flower that just happens to complement the subtle colors on its wings. Sometimes Nature selects her palette perfectly.
The Light Rising
i call this –
a salt-stained, Midas-rimmed
kiss. it fingers the horizon,
caresses the waves. disappears
with nothing but a facsimile
of hope in its ash-ringed
wake.
*waves nervously* I’m back!
I was away the past week, travelling, mostly: not many birds to show for it, or photographs – still, enjoyable (though a trip sans those two seems hard to believe).
This is a photograph I took only three weeks back. Not in Singapore, unfortunately; if one found the space for the sea to begin with, obtaining a sun not dulled by the haze would be quite an achievement. It’s in the Maldives, where I was reminded why I love the ocean. There were no dolphins, still more unfortunately, but fish aplenty, in colors scarcely imaginable; sharks swam by our villa with insouciance. (The underwater nature of it all made my camera regrettably redundant.)
The sea is – is so many things to me. It is a starter, for once; it is an other-world, a place to breathe, a place to be – and when highlighted gold by what you understand more clearly than ever to be a ball of flaming gas, why then, it is best of all.
Sunrise from Mount Tai
Confucius, seeing the sunrise from Mount Tai, famously pronounced, “The world is small.” There’s really no more to say about it, except that he was right – and I was freezing.
(Like, literally freezing. My breath froze on my scarf and camera – though thankfully only the outside of the latter.)
somewhere up a tree 