What is common between these two pictures ? Yet , what is different ? The beauty and play of tender sunshine.
Sunspared and Sunlit.
A sliver of sunlight binds the two in a way I chose to see while my camera clicked
I wondered. Would the lovely white flowers lose the serenity had they been bathed in sunlight ? Would the peace of whiteness been diminished ? All the same , the sliver of sunlight dancing a step away from the flowers adds depth to the picture.
“Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are ‘patches of Godlight’ in the woods of our experience.” ― C.S. Lewis
Sunlight fell upon the plant ; the plant received a borrowed splendor. ( borrowed in part and modified from Rumi’s quote )
The plant had gone unnoticed the previous evening as it stood shielded away from the sunlight of dusk. But the early morning rays brought to it a lambency that caught the eye while it basked in the warmth of the tender sunshine. And I exclaimed , “Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.” ― Roman Payne.
The Lord and The Nature
Even the fury of nature seems diminutive as the statue of Lord Shiva on the banks of river Ganga ( Ganges ) towers over the ravaging floods that devastated the towns of Rishikesh and Haridwar in the northern tip of India recently.
Lord Shiva is a Hindu deity , one of the Triumvirate , Brahma , Vishnu and Maheshwara ( other name for Shiva )
Standing the test of fury of Nature
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Scale.”
Taking a tiny break. No , not by the sea. I just liked this image immensely. I am going to be in the bustle of a megalopolis , but yet looking forward to those moments of solitude amidst the milling crowd , the blaring music or at times the cacophony of sounds. Aint it a gift , to be able to shut out voices and sounds and revel in a world of one’s own , to live in the fantasies that evaded you in the daily humdrum of work , duties and chores ? I can sense my distant gaze when I drift into my private space ( I am sure others can see that too ) oblivious to the small talk around , a half-smile here , a vacant look there. Thankfully , my significant half has come to accept and understand these virtual sojourns of mine and lets me be ! This is why I love to travel and if I had it my way , would be living out of suitcases. Thats not to gainsay the happiness of chatting up people , but the quick escapades are always a fillip.