Where kites dare!

Let us go where the kites dare..

We will go where kites dare…

Shall we?!

More importantly can we?!

Obviously…a NO!

Neither do we have that faith of flying..

Nor are we that pure..

And yes…we aren’t free…

Birds are blessed..they have no borders..

They have no rules..

They are free souls…

Since I can’t be one of them…

I religiously sit on my terrace..in the evening..

And love to watch them fly high up in the skies…

I listen to their songs..chatter…squabbles

It is sort of meditation…

It is soothing ..calming…

Life…somewhere…as you go through it..teaches you to appreciate little things..

Birds..flowers..trees…

As the warm& cold winds…of June blows…

The western winds..full of floating birds…

I remember…Emily Dickinson ‘s quote…..

I hope you like birds..

It is economical..

It saves going to heaven..!

After a long bad day ..just watch the skies…it helps

As the night rises!

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night….Haruki Murakami…
Those are the best words…to describe …a night!

Slowly all the oranges..pinks..yellows disappear…

Not a trace of any colour..,,

The dull blue takes over….and then a bit of darker blue adds up..to become deep blue…then Little more blue…indigo pops up..then mauve..then purple…and somewhere goes on into a hue of blackish blue..,

And the night has risen..

Often we say night fall…

But I think it is the night rise!

Yes…sunrise & sunset are pretty..

But for me it is the night which is eventful…

After all that brightness of the daylight…

The dark soothes…

As the first bat fly out..

As a little owlet screechs…

Twinkling stars….as if a sprinkle of silver…

Moonlight…like a splash of white…

Gentle June wind blows…

As the monsoon clouds float…

As the silence takes over…

It is time…to just close the eyes…lean on to easy chair…take a deep breath…

And let the day go…

Tomorrow…is after all an another day…

A grey hornbill having a snack

I love birds of all sizes,colours & shape….

But the weirdest I find is a hornbill….something very funny about the bird!

But still a delight everytime I get to see it…

Very shy birds…they hide but behind the foliage they sit & they watch you

Somehow I never had good pictures of them..

A little stop at Bannur on the way to coorg….to admire the sunflower farms…gave me a chance to photograph this bird…

It flew into that bark of coconut tree…and it use to hit it hard with its strong beak…& then eat berries…

Only after loading all the pics I realise…it had stored it before hand….and was now snacking on it..

Here are some pics…

That is the best part of nature…she gives you more than 101 reasons to admire her…stopped to admire sunflowers…got to see this side of hornbill..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is my favourite of all….from the edge of the eyes…watching if I'm watching!

 

Zazu….you remember him! The lion king fella…yes he was a hornbill….

 

Not related to this post…

But would like to end my photoblog with ZaZu 's quote from movie…

It is a small world….after all …

 

A journey…weekending…

Rained heavily all through..

It was cool..& all drenched & washed..

Thought about the lakes …somehow was sure they would be all full..

Packed some food…coffee…& just left home..

Wasn’t sure where we were driving ..which destination..

Where is the end point..

But knew …the drive would be beautiful…

Once out..on road…whatever we were thinking …was actually true…

It was a green & water everywhere world …

Mayflowers swayed …waterbirds werebusy..

Lakes were brimming with happiness …

With fresh muddy rainwater…

Colourless water…was all colourful with reddish brown tinge..

A dying parched lake was alive…

And all her residents…were so glad to be back…

A Pygmy goose…herons…ducks..& many others..

Thought this would be the ideal coffee stop,,,

It was ..,some pretty pics..& then started moving further….

One lake after other…all full…what a sight it was..,

Very heartwarming & feel good sight …

Found a new idli shop..& it wasn’t bad at all..

Drove past Kanakapura..to reach sathnur…& the landscape greener & greener..,

Happy faces..of villagers…relieved that drought predictions…mayn’t be true..

Happy cattle…sheep…birds..happy grazing time…

Reached a quaint templevillage…the dirty kabbalamma…very popular with all..

There was an aura there..& if you are a believer..you feel that divinity…

And water had breached the little ponds …reached on to roads…

Time for sandwich…watching the soft ripples..listening to a robin’s lilting song…& rainkissed breeze..blowing ..

Hit the road again…and reached a beautiful spot….

A huge waterbed…which was dry since 2-3?yrs..

She had last filled up 16 yrs back..

Friday rains…in the night..in a span of 4-5 hrs…

She was overflowing…

There was a bit of damage to crops..but it didn’t matter…villagers ..were thinking of the next stress free 24 months..

Lots of pictures…a little talk with villagers..

Found a quiet corner…had our packed lunch ..tasted so much better…

Touched the cold muddy water…as I washed the plates…something so touching about it…

Satisfied…packed everything…started to drive back home..

Was getting cloudier by then..another night of rains perhaps ..

Every journey big or short…

You will find something new ..

You pick up something..

And a solid memory stays with you forever I guess …

And for that to happen…one should linger on at some random stops …through the journey..

May be a coffee stop..or a photostop..or a lakestop..

Enjoy the moments …

If the path or drive is picturesque…one shouldn’t worry…where it will lead to..

And there is no rule one had to reach the end…

A little journey..a little drive..a little village ..a few tiny moments…is all you need..to feel refreshed..

As William Wordsworth said..

Take a break(rest) & be thankful….

Weekending….Bangalore ..Kanakapura….sathnur….KabbaLamma village

With vijayashankara 

In spate after 14 yrs

Flowers of the month!

Often wonder what if there were no seasons?

It would have been so boring.. more than anywhere else..it would have been felt in a garden…

Imagine having jasmines all through the year..

Or carnations…always…

Every month..it is a bunch of different blossom…

Either in the little green patch..or on the trees of neighbourhood..

January it is pink flowers ..

May..mayflowers ..

February..jacaranda..

Like wise at home ..

One month it is asters..

Next it is roses..

Then some random wild flowers..

Everyone has their own likes..

Few like me..love all…

And to some one who takes of her/his gardening..there is no preference..even a weed looks beautiful..

Right now….amongst many ..my gardens mayflowers..are these..button roses & yellow wild flowers …
A thought always…this quote is that..

“What a desolate place would be a world without a flower! It would be a face without a smile, a feast without a welcome. Are not flowers the stars of the earth, and are not our starts the flowers of the heaven.”

– A.J. 

Flowers ….Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.”  

Evening with goats…

I saw goats. A party can’t be all bad when you have goats,” 

Mary Jane Hathaway
This quote is so true..when you are amongst a bunch of goats…

Went to our favourite haunt…a little village in the outskirts…

As I had my coffee I noticed…a shepherd getting back home..

Most of his flock were following him…except three young billy goats..they got curious about us…

First ..went near the car..may be the red attracted…but soon enough they were mesmerised…by their own reflection..on the car…

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It was amusing to watch them watch & admire themselves…

If you thought only humans were narcissistic..you should have seen these billy goats..

I then realised …all living creatures are narcissistic…

Then they climbed the raised platform where I was sitting..& stood behind me & watched..,

Any other stare would have irritated me..but I loved the 4 legged stares…

Shared some oranges ..biscuits ….

As sun set..we got up to leave the place..on cue..the three goats ..got down..& walked towards where the shepherd was sitting …

Peacefulness isn’t a set thing ..

It is a feeling..one experiences…it may be big..it may be little..or it may be nothing..

It could be a wee wildflower..or just the evening breeze..or may be the falling leaves…or an unusual little birds song…or just the dark skies..

It could be anything….just have to look for it..& I think ..one should find those moments..& savour it ..before it drifts away…

Peace…is momentary…fleeting..,

Find it.. enjoy it ..while it lasts..