Singing of the birds
Golden sun and golden sky
Birth of a new day.
Singing of the birds
Golden sun and golden sky
Birth of a new day.
IN A NEW POST CREATED FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE ONE OR TWO OR MORE PHOTOS OF WHAT YOU ARE THANKFUL FOR.
There is so much that is sad and unkind and violent in this world but at the same time there is so much that is good too. Whether we can see them or not, the good, the bad and the ugly keep happening. It is not possible for us to help everyone but we can help some people and help them to make their life a better one. I am thankful for all those everyday incidents in life and all those ordinary things which make our life a better one.
The peacock which stopped by 🙂
A little bulbul coming to eat chapati pieces.
Celebrating Deepawali with my mother, daughter and grandson and son and husband 🙂
I wish my father had been with us too, we all have to go one day. I am thankful we have precious memories of him 🙂
We are what we are
For we dare to dream in life
Dreams give life to life.
Recent events at home and elsewhere kept bringing to mind the words, ‘Towards zero’. Life moves on and is made up of so many incidents, some important, some seemingly trivial. Many a time there is a link between them and at other times it is as if they are isolated events. We have so many goals in life and we work towards reaching them, those goals are the zero hours .
Our world has become so small now and we are connected at all times. What happens at a particular place has an impact not only in that place but also on the lives of people living elsewhere. We followed with interest the US Presidential elections. It is true that politicians everywhere are the same. All that they want is power and wealth for themselves. Who would be the next US president was the question in everybody’s mind. November 9th was the zero hour. Trump won. Many people were shocked at the results, and there were protests. But Trump has been elected to power, and people will have to bear with it. I wonder what changes we will be seeing in the future?
Another ‘towards zero’ activity has been taking place around our home. In the first week of October we saw a bundle of dry leaves in the branch of the hibiscus plant outside our bedroom window. We were wondering about it and it turned out to be the nest of the sunbird. The pair worked hard towards their zero hour. The nest was finished around the 15th or 16th.
‘Birds working together
Up in the hibiscus branch
A nest in safety.’
Then for some time all was quiet in the home front. We thought the nest had been abandoned. After about two weeks we saw activity again. We heard a lot of chirping and twittering, I tried to take a photo of the birds but succeeded only once or twice. They are busy feeding their young one or is it young ones? Life is moving towards the next stage for them and soon their current home will be an empty nest. The same happens in our lives too.
Our daughter and grandson have come for a visit. They came on 26th October. We are having a lovely time. Our life has been revolving around our grandson and sometimes it is like a roller coaster ride. It is fun. But time is passing by and they will be leaving this Saturday. Life is moving on. For months we had been waiting for them to come, they have come and it is time for them to leave.
‘Towards Zero’ is one of my favourite books by Agatha Christie. I like her books very much and over the years I have read and re-read them countless times. They have never bored me. One of the characters says about events that happen in life, “All converging towards a given spot… and then when the time comes- over the top! Zero hour , yes all converging towards zero hour.” Yes, this is what happens in life, most of the time we are all moving towards a zero hour, our goal maybe something important or something very trivial. But we move on till the end, there is no going back except in our memories.
‘Morning follows night
Small and big events in life
Move towards zero.’
Breathe in a new day
With rising sun bringing light
After a dark night.
This week the topic is Roofs. Most building have some sort of roof to it. I want to see roofs from any angle. If you can get a photo from above the could be awesome. Parts of roofs from the ground is great too. Roofs from dilapidated buildings can have a lot of wholes and are full of character. Any roof as long as it is your main subject of your photo.
The roof of the garage, a resting place for crows 🙂
Roofs are fascinating because they are a cover over human life inside the buildings.
The roof of my maternal grandparents’ home 🙂
Temporary roofs of a weekly market
Roof of the house in a small village in South India where my father-in-law was born and lived for more than forty years.
The roofs of our temples in our town.
Another very old temple in another town , a sheet roof over the old roofs.
In this week’s challenge, show us tiny. Capture something at a smaller scale. Create your own miniature scene. Or experiment with the tilt-shift technique — Instagram and other apps have this built-in tool.
We see a lot of Sunbirds around our house. These tiny beings are very active from dawn to dusk. In early October we saw a bundle of dry leaves in the hibiscus plant outside our bedroom window. It turned out to be the nest of the sunbird.
Birds working together
Up in the hibiscus branch
A nest in safety.
A tiny butterfly or a moth ( I am not sure) 🙂 Nature’s beauty
Tiny birds outside
Bring music and joy to us
Make life precious.
Tiny fingers , tiny creations, enormous joys 🙂
There is not enough darkness in the world to extinguish the light of a small candle.
( My mother and daughter during the festival of Deepawali )
This week the topic is Entrances and Doors. All buildings have at least one door. This week I want to see grand entrances and doors from a Cathedral to an old broken door found in a ruined building from long ago. Any building as long long as the entry or door is your main subject of your photo. Have tons fun with this challenge this week.
Some of our temple doors and entrances 🙂
Hare and tortoise raced
Hare had speed and the power
But slow tortoise won.
( PHOTOS FROM THE INTERNET 🙂 )
Recently I came across the word ‘transmogrify’ for the first time in a WordPress challenge. The very sound of the word and its meaning fascinated me. It means, “to change in appearance or form, especially strangely or grotesquely.” The word sounds ominous. Transformations happen all the time, sometimes harmlessly and sometimes otherwise.
The word took me back to those days when Dracula and werewolves were thrilling and horrifying at the same time. I still remember that night, long ago, when I finished reading Dracula in one sitting. It happened to be a night when the full moon was visible in the sky. Beams of moonlight entered my room. Dracula is supposed to come to his victims on those beams. I still remember waking up screaming. It is fascinating how a single word takes us back in time.
There is a tree close to our home. A month after the rains start it transmogrifies into a mammoth. A wild creeper covers the entire tree, and the transformation is complete. ‘Transmogrify’ perfectly describes the tree in that form: we know that it is a tree but it looks like an animal of long-ago days.
In our everyday life we see only the better side of nature. Everything seems so beautiful : trees, flowers, clouds, birds and the animals, sunsets and sunrises and so on. We often take nature for granted. We destroy so much in nature for our own greed. We forget that gentle nature can transmogrify in a moment and annul in a few minutes all that human beings have built by destroying nature.
Alterations take place not only in the external world but also in ourselves. This happens so often in families. There are bound to be differences when people from different families, from different backgrounds come together for some reason. But we see members of one family severing their relationships, going away from each other and so often breaking all contact. People change beyond recognition, not physically but mentally. They transmogrify. It is not only they who change but everything around them changes. Nothing is the same ever again. It is said time heals. It does heal wounds but the scars remain. Why do these changes happen?
My father used to read The Bhagavad Gita regularly. He used to tell us about the analysis of ‘nature’ in the external world and also in human beings. The Gita says that there are three Gunas or forces in the world and in human character. They are Sattva, Rajas and Tamas. Tamas is “inertia”; Rajas is “tremendous energy”; and Sattva is “balance, calmness”. When Sattva predominates people are balanced, and there is a change when Rajas and Tamas take over. People alter when changes occur in the combination of Gunas or the forces in their character. According to such a view it seems as if we have no control over our own behavior, but many a time there are no answers to certain questions.