to whom it may concern ..

for the record, the ground beneath her feet would be just as precious ..

hny n more

Its that time of the year again ..

Time to make resolutions, you mean ?

No, I just meant that this photo blog completes a year.. but then there's a resolution there too ..

Sometimes, one just needs the little push. Like to get up on a winter morning, leave the warm bed and pad up for a jog .Once you are out though, its heaven - no, not too cold, but yes, superb surroundings.

Sometimes, a resolution is all you need to open up a world of magic.

why, reason three

One of the beauties of getting addicted to photography is the places that it takes you to ..



This place: Ashokan Reservoir, New York state.

taking off

How much better it would be, if, instead of running away from our problems, we could fly away from them ?



Can't be too sure though. Problems have a knack of flocking up with other abandoned kin, and then you find that you always have a big horde on the horizon behind you ..


Seems unfair to compare a visual treat to a problem :D Can't wait for the snow geese to come in !

and when time stands still ..

And then, some things never change. Like how beautiful this part of New Hampshire is, come summer or winter, spring or fall. She just gets into new clothes ! And so it goes on and on for ever .. and you want to hold on to each moment for an eternity.

I read a story about eternity that I particularly liked:

In a country up north, there's a big boulder a hundred miles long and a hundred miles high. Once in every thousand years, a small bird comes to sharpen its beak on this rock.

When this rock will have completely worn away, a single day of eternity will have gone by.

Courtesy: Hendrick Van Loon, The Story of Mankind.

times of change

It's the start of the fall, and nowhere else does nature announce change with such unrestrained flourish.

Already a few trees are carrot-tops, in a few days the whole belt will be aflame in red, yellow and orange. (oh, what a sight that will be !). A sight to be treasured, for half a month later all that remain are gaunt tree trunks with bare branches, standing as sentinels - silent, unmoving, with not so much as a flutter to acknowledge the raging northern wind.

The few gulls at the bottom of the pic will probably linger around, but will be lost among the thousands of snow geese that will descend on the lake, hibernating from northern Canada, transforming the lake - from a placid mirror, to a cacophony of frenzied activity.

Picture this: In the heart of the winter, over the nearly frozen surface, a white cloud of birds takes flight against the background of the silent sentinels.

A picture that makes it a trip to look forward to.

Seasons change, but each brings with itself new wonders. The amazement never ends.

i ♥ nyc

Went museum-hopping this weekend.




Ended up admiring more than the exhibits.