MACROS ...

INTO the WORLD of MACRO Photography ...

SMALL  is Beautiful ...

SMALLER  is Exotic ...

SMALLEST is Spiritual ...

Dew Drops ...

The Flower ...Red or Green ...

The Greens ...

Waiting For a Butterfly ..

TRAPPED...

Beautiful Life ...

Chemistry or Biology ...

JINGLERS ...

White in Black ...

Nothing  O ..

Transparency ...

Crumpled ...

Everywhere it's the story of LIGHT ...

GAJA AYURVEDAM --Have you heard of SUKHA CHIKITSA for ELEPHANTS ... i clicked thee Photos from MANGALAAM KUNNU , during the SUKHA CHIKITSA PERIOD ... One Elephant among the many there was very aggressive ,the reason being MASTH ... Musth or must /ˈmʌst/ (an Urdu word, from Persian: literally drunk) is a periodic condition in bull (male) elephants characterized by highly aggressive behavior and accompanied by a large rise in reproductive hormones. Testosterone levels in an elephant in Musth can be on average 60 times greater than in the same elephant at other times (in specific individuals these testosterone levels can even reach as much as 140 times the normal) However, whether this hormonal surge is the sole cause of musth, or merely a contributing factor, is unknown. Scientific investigation of Musth is problematic because even the most placid elephants become highly violent toward humans and other elephants during musth.

INCARCERATED by Homo Sapiens ..

is it the helplessness or SORROW

yet to be worn as RING 

close-up of the TRUNK

Natural Aggression 

None dares to go anywhere near during this period 

                                                                Ebony and the Ivory          

Parambikulam Wild life Sanctuary 

Sathyamangalam Forest 

HARIDWAAR : And How Long..

How  much  does a  man  live , after  all ?

Does he live a thousand days, or one only?

For a week, or for several centuries?

How long does a man spend dying?

What does it mean to say "for ever"?

Lost in this preoccupation,
I set myself to clear things up.

I sought out knowledgeable priests,
I waited for them after their rituals,
I watched them when they went there ways
to visit God and Devil.

They wearied of my Questions.
They on their part knew very little.
They were no more than administrators.

- PABLO  NERUDA..

  

HARIDWAAR.. these pictures-there were hundreds of them, with names and without- all came back. They rose fresh and new out this night of love, and i knew again, what in my wretchedness i had forgotten, that they were my life's possession and all its worth.. Indestructible and abiding as the stars, these experiences, though forgotten, could never be erased.. Their series was the story of my life, their starry light the undying value of my being.. My life had become weariness.. It had wandered in a maze of unhappiness that led to renunciation and nothingness; it was bitter with the salt of all human things; yet it had laid up riches, riches to be proud of.. It had been for all its wretchedness a princely life.. Let the little way to death be as it might, lost to pitifulness, the kernel of this life of mine was noble.. It had purpose and character and turned not on trifles, but on the stars..steppenwolf..hesse..

SYMBIOTIC LIVING..

SYMBIOTIC LIVING...

SYMBIOSIS.... living always in proximity with some shrine tuned me to the temple bells and the metallic loud-speaker Bhajans.. sleepless early mornings before the arrival of the care taker of the temple was peace ; simply because only nature's music could be heard.. all these moorings made a volte-face when destiny pulled me for the second time to a place where snakes twine around like twigs , where dogs like doberman are way farers and birds are none other than Peacocks .. the chirping musical notes were displaced by "the devil's voice of the peacocks having angelic feathers and the walk of a thief ".. thus, remembrances of decades of reverberating chimes from the temple bells perished and coalesced in the infernal voice of he big birds in the wee hours of the day ..

living always in proximity with some shrine tuned me to the temple bells and the metallic loud-speaker Bhajans..
sleepless early mornings before the arrival of the care taker of the temple was peace ; simply because only nature's music could be heard..
all these moorings made a volte-face when destiny pulled me for the second time to a place where snakes twine around like twigs , where dogs like doberman are way farers and birds are none other than Peacocks ..
the chirping musical notes were displaced by "the devil's voice of the peacocks having angelic feathers and the walk of a thief "..
thus, remembrances of decades of reverberating chimes from the temple bells perished and coalesced in the infernal voice of he big birds in the wee hours of the day ..

Through..

.. colorless entities are they.. Like the black holes they consume all beings.. the beauty of the blacks and whites always gives us hope.. but , is it not like Pandora"s ...

Somewhere in the Western Ghats..

..and from somewhere in the Western Ghats..

If it concerned only you , one might say "What of it ?".. Bu this sadness, this despair , which comes from your mother ,who got it from her mother, who inherited it from your great -grand mother , this mountain of sorrow which has been building up from one generation to the next, since the beginning of time....."" - Frederick Leboyer

an evening in Kovalam may refresh or..

dawn and dusk : both possess one character in common..

there it is not always the sea of "blues"..

 Sweet corns are rarely sweet..

old sea and new men..

but, "TheSun Also Rises"..

Reflections..

Even in placid waters , reflections revealed to me that
there are White, Dark spots engraved into my psyche..
Dawn and Dusk always creeped into me as harbingers of the inevitables..

 

A reflction upon simple living in natural surroundings..inspired by Henry David Thoreau's " Walden " .. this is Ahalia Campus in Palakkad , Kerala , India.

A few years back this place was a barren land..

Now a haven for migratory birds .

Festivities adorn the mood .. 

Though life is fast here,,,

this place is serene..

Untrodden are many places,,,

Palms are a culture here..   

Herbs are a habit here..

Pedalling is not a luxury ..

Sun also rises..