Indradhanusha

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After an evening when the rain came down in sheets, we woke up the next morning to a thin belt of rainbow curving over the mountains around, already disappearing with the morning sun. Indian mythology holds that rainbows are in fact indradanusha, the bow of Indra, the god of heaven. That morning with the world washed clean, the hills in the distance glowing with wildflowers, one could almost believe it.

Of course, by the time I got my camera out it had nearly disappeared. Go figure.

When I opened this picture up on my computer a few months ago, I played around a bit – trying to capture the wonder that tinged the moment. It felt, almost, that the god of heavens had touched this place so high in the sky – so close to eternity.

Flight

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against this sky’s endless canvas,

paint your image with your wings:

call it a self-portrait in ultraviolet.

I’ve been experimenting a bit with photo-editing lately. This, of a blue-throated bee-eater from a trip to Sungei Buloh quite a few months back, is one of the results. I’m not sure what I make of it – let me know what you guys think.

Note: this post is scheduled.

For the Sound of Sunset

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and so the light rises,

over bone-still hills;

a river fills vast silences

with the thin whistling

of time and time again,

the susurrating trees

becoming their own

somnolent witnesses.

About a month and a half ago, because I suck at updating, we went for a hike in the Himalayas.

It was – amazing, as one might expect. The mountains, the trees, the rivers, the sky, the everything. It’s so quiet there – just the sound of the water and the wind. For miles and miles there is not a single living soul. Just you, and your breathing.

This is an introductory photograph, if anything. I played with it quite a bit in Photoshop – just to see where I could take it.

More stories, poems, and photographs will be forthcoming over the next few months. 🙂