Like an arrow pointing towards the sky, the newest leaf of my palm stands out against ominous clouds. On the wires, a pigeon casts a rather soulful figure. She must've flown in from one of the wooded hills nearby. I was busy cleaning up a bush when I picked this one up as well. When I felt something soft, I quickly let go. The moth(?) flew to a neighbouring shrub and stayed put till I got too close, for a less blurrier picture! This one is a regular guest of my bamboo plants. Pale-looking dragonflies do notlook their best in photos. On top of that, their transparent wings really do not turn out to be complimentary to them. I've taken several photos resembling the ghosts of dragonflies! Now I've decided to click only the bright ones, that is, till I get a better camera! This little spider has a web on my bamboo plants. Maybe I would've missed it, but the colourful underside says-- "Look at me!" I was at it again, cleaning the bamboo grove when this fat, green worm fell on one of the stumps. I picked it up with my weeder and placed it on this leaf to click this photo. Here she is again, rapidly trying out the only escape route she knows! And the most verdant green this time of the year is, moss!The dampness created by the rainy season makes them spring up in certain corners. You don't really notice them, until one day you see that the garden wall has been blanketed by a green so refreshing that you sit up, take notice, photograph, and maybe write about it as well!!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau