Where words fail to communicate - photos tell a tale; a single snap can grab your attention with its detail.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Nature : Photo
"I met her in the greenest dells, where dew drops pearl the wood blue bells; the lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye, the bee kissed and went singing by, a sunbeam found a passage there, a gold chain round her neck so fair; as secret as the wild bee's song she lay there all the summer long." -John Clare
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Nature : Photo
"i am - yet what I am, none cares or knows: my friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes - they rise and vanish in oblivious host, like shadows in love's frenzied stiffl throes and yet I am, and live-like vapours tort into the nothingness of scorn and noise, into the living sea of waking dreams, where there is neither sense of life or joys, but the vast shipwreck of my life's esteem; even the dearest that I love the best are strange-nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
Nature : Photo
"I ne'er was struck before that hour with love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower and stole my heart away complete." -John Clare
Nature : Photo
"i believe in all that has never yet been spoken. I want to free what waits within me so that what no one has dared to wish for" -Rainer Maria Rilke
Keep Waiting For That One Thing
"And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing which would infinitely enrich your life: the powerful, uniquely uncommon, the awakening of dormant stones, depths that would reveal you to yourself." - Rainer Maria Rilke
Friday, November 6, 2009
Vending
In the morning, I went to the rail station to buy monthly season ticket. The vendors were then found busy with fresh vegetables on the platform.
Vending
In the evening, when I reached ferry ghat to avail the vessel, I found the fishermen vending fresh fishes including shrimps and lobster which are more cheap than market.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
In A Field By The River
"in a field by the river, my love and I did stand, and on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weir; but I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears." -W. B. Yeats [the photo taken on 2nd November at the village].
Rose : Down By The Salley Gardens
"Down by the Salley gardens my love and I did meet; she passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; but I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree." - W. B. Yeats [I went to my garden and seen the rose just declared its advent]
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
After sunset
Yesterday, when I was returning home from my village spending a holiday there, the sky attracted me to take these pictures from a running car.
After sunset
Yesterday, when I was returning home from my village, the sky attracted me throughout the road. The photographs taken by me from the running car hastily.
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