The Pictures of the New Year were always going to be a little bleak, emerging as it were, from the Year of the Pandemic. In a time when it had become ‘acceptable’ to be distanced and disdained, this cold and wet New Year weekend cast a cold but familiar shudder onto a world seeking warmth…
In this short selection, I am drawn this Sunday after Christmas, by the Cacophony of the Trivial, a collation of ramshackle untidy exhibits, curated on a placid Day of Rest, even as the world is on the brink of yet another mutant attack, amidst a mega tug-of-war between vaccines and live mRNAs. though Earth is…
I have stopped trying to get a grip on focusing on the delicate petals of this beautiful flower of the Duranta erecta or golden dewdrop. You try to pin down that sliver of tissue so delicate that it defies revelation and definition. And you wish that its magnification will somehow transform it into a startling,…
As memories of an unforgettable winter trip through the sub-temperate island of Kyushu in December 2019 fade into this equally unforgettable time of isolation during COVID in 2020, we are given to ponder over the many blessings, both big and small, that has marked this awakening; an awareness of the bigger world we have lived…
In the end, I had to admit that nature will reveal its beauty as it dictates. Man can only do so much to try to unveil its inner beauty, and the use of glass and sensors, however polished or pixelated, can only convey a sense of its splendour but not replicate it. I had spent…
As dusk beckons, the macroscopic view of life in the garden reveals not just the beauty but the beasts; the fragile and the stoic, delicate shards of the spider lily petals, pubescent bauhinia leaflets, and roses like soldiers at the end of their mission, must surely shed their armour, and reveal their inner hearts, for…
The Ants came and we strived to annihilate them – they were in the way of everything, and once they came, they were relentless. Getting rid of ants takes more science than guile. Amidst the quiet lives of humans, the ants come and go, their highway is filled with the traffic of busy workers doing…
I wonder what it’s like to live your life in a family that had suddenly chosen to stay mostly at home now (in the time of Covid), when they had scarcely been home for ages. And how that would improve your quality of life and engender more opportunities for sweet-bits and savoury morsels. And to…
Have you not experienced a quiet placid afternoon when you wish that it would not end?
This is another Sunbird, a luscious colourful, almost shimmering male, unhurried between nectar-hunting, in regal serenity as it pauses……. “EMILY: “Does anyone ever realize life while they live it…every, every minute?” STAGE MANAGER: “No. Saints and poets maybe…they do some.” Thornton Wilder, Our Town (Lumix GX85 M.Zuiko 40-150 mm) Jan 2018