A morning with butterflies of bannerghatta

There will be a day…

I find a butterfly…

And we swap our dreams….

A haiku….which I love & I believe….

 

And until then …

I watch…& admire them from far

This morning…this pretty one…was one of the many varieties …we found in bannerghatta forests….

 

Forests are full of them…it is a butterfly world out there…

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

She was different on her outside wings…and the colours on the inner side was different

 

 

 

 

And the afternoon breeze….blew her away

 

Wildflowers 

You find them …

In the most..,

Unexpected places …

And

In most trying conditions…

Least expected it on the top of a hillock…

Under the hot sun..

But there they were..

In groups…

In between the rocks…

And in bright yellow..,

Such a beautiful contrast..,

The greyish brown rocks 

&

These swaying little yellow flowers…

And lot of yellow & brown butterflies..

Fluttering and floating around …as I climbed down…

I questioned myself…

What was prettier..?

The hills..

The breeze..

Setting sun..

The verdance…

Or these

Yellow little flowers…

It is for sure …

These yellow wild clusters…

A krishna temple

After spending some time…at the tonnur lake..

Drove down to a narrow village street..

And stopped for a tender coconut ..

Realised there were temples on either side..

One the front door ..we were facing..

The other…we were facing the back side..

So …just like that we decided to go to the latter…

A quiet..& all by itself temple..

But once you enter..it is vast…beautiful…Like any other Hoysala temple..all though the architecture isn’t that intricate..,
Just walked through…taking in the temple sights..

Walked inside..and there are two forms of lord krishna..

On a higher level..Parthasarathy with Sridevi & bhudevi

On a lower level..krishna with his Two consorts 

Did a small Pooja …walked out to the car…

But for a long time ..I was thinking about the soft..still…unruffled…tranquility of the temple..

Despite the fact…the temple & her many pillars…have gone through quite a tumultuous days…

The idols

The first quarter

The still pillars

Quietude

Keretonnur…a travelogue

Tonnur Kere …a beautiful lake….supposed to be built by ramanujacharya…there is an idol of him getting made too…on the tank bund…

Between the two hills a bund …now an eternal lake …

It hasn't ever dried…monsoons or no monsoons..

As an young girl I went there with my dad…don't remember much though ..

But when Minnie was 6-7 we had gone there..& that year soooo much of rains…it had overflowed..

It was water everywhere..& Minnie spent a lot of time ..under a tiny waterfall by the roadside…

Through the drive…landscape is lovely

 

 

We stop by to just take in the rural sights…

And the train passes by…

For me…a moving train against the backdrop of paddy or any field..is the most beautiful frame

 

Modernisation has slowly but surely crept into our villages…a positive sign..

We see a son ,come on his bike & pick up his mom..who was returning from fieldwork…

Earlier she would have walked all the way home

 

 

As we reach near the lake….landscape changes..rocks & more rocks…which explains the Trekkers around

 

Standing …facing the lake …feeling the cool afternoon breeze..& watching the tiny waves & ripple…you feel really good..

Sunday crowd is there..families…cyclists..Trekkers…

But for once you don't mind the crowd around you

 

 

 

 

Met 3 youngsters…cyclists ..all the way from Mysore …

 

 

A mom & daughter ..praying at a tiny temple…

Sit on a bench & just watch the world go by…

Someone is fishing…

Someone else is swimming( although it is banned!)

Couples getting cozy on faraway rocks…

Some busy taking pics..

Some trekking ..

Or some like me… Just doing nothing…just a right place for

Sun..breeze…sand…water….

And not to forget the water birds….

 

As we get inside our car…I look back…& see those solid rocks…from a bygone era…

Watching us go…

And I think to myself…

How many people they would have seen….

So many stories…they must be knowing….

 

Rocky ….the wagtail

Every time we go to that riverside resort…we see him\her…

Loves to sit on little rocks…amidst the glowing Cauvery …

Water keeps splashing…which it enjoys..

Most of the time trying to catch some water insects…

And sometimes..grooming itself..

Sometimes calls out for its mate…

It's call is very lilting…

If there is one songbird…which can match up with the babble of river…

It is the wagtail….

A photoblog of this gentle bird…

 

 

 

 

 

When the world looks grey…with dull grey clouds…

And when the river reflects those greys…

It is time to just sit back ..with a coffee…or a beer…relax..& listen & watch this agile bird…

 

Mauve waterlilies

Palms joined
taking a deep breath
lotus flowers
H Hiruta

#haiku

Happiness is flowers…

Extra happiness is the lotuspond with little lilies…

A tiny leaf…now spread well…& the gorgeous mauve lilies ..

It doesn’t take much to feel good…

For me lilies …is like having a live Claude Monet painting..

Waterlilies ..is Monet..

Like irises & sunflowers are for van Gogh …

Have a tiny lotus pond…it just says peace…

Kunthi Betta

For quite some time we were thinking of going to this hillock…very near to Chikkade…tiny village from where my husband comes from…

So last weekend..we clubbed it along with keretonnur…

As we drove towards the place…the landscape changes…& the range of rocky hills are seen

 

Being July…and traditionally a wind month….all along it was swaying coconut trees…which greeted us….

 

At the foothills…is a quaint & quiet village….

Passed through it…& parked near a water tank…

 

Being Sunday….there were quite a few holiday folks…

Each group doing different stuff..

This family were celebrating with a lunch….

An other family was doing a pooja…

 

When I got out of the car…the hill which looked not so big..was right in front of me…in all glory

Rocks and more rocks…with patches of lush green..

 

This particular rock..caught my attention…people of all ages…using it as a slide..

Kids were enjoying…

 

 

 

 

As I gazed ..I realised…that this huge rock…was a place for many happenings..

 

 

A loner with his mobile

 

Two little girls sliding!

 

Boys..shall be boys…

Girls shall be girls…

 

An young couple in their own world..and Vijay recollecting his childhood days…

 

 

 

Oblivious to everyone else…the good old monkey was enjoying a jackfruit…

 

The myth is this hills are named after kunti ..mother of pandavas..while in exile they lived here…& the town nearby is named after pandavas as pandavapura…

 

The history says…French troops were stationed here…tippusultan ..who ruled this area..had taken their help..during British Invasion ..

So it is also called French rocks …

Would like to go another day…perhaps on a working day…when there will not be many people..

Sit with a cup of coffee..& get lost in the world of those rocks…