To flee from memory
Had we the Wings
Many would fly
Inured to slower things
Birds with surprise
Would scan the cowering Van
Of men escaping
From the mind of man
The cities of the world are concentric, isomorphic, synchronic. Only one exists and you are always in the same one. It’s the effect of their permanent revolution, their intense circulation, is their instantaneous magnetism. –Jean Baudrillard
It's life and life only
Birds on the Blog
Great Crested Grebe. Caught at a rare moment sitting on its nest in some cold part of NW India. Unlike the Grebe outside my window that vanishes in a flash as it dives in search of fish.
Virginia Woolf: Words Fail Me (her recorded voice)
Munna on the run
Illlustrated dispatches and more
The Great Indian Clearance Sale
if you could not care less about environmental norms, you have come to the right place. We are selling our morals and rights for a pittance. Come, exploit.
I have been eating poetry.
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth/There is no happiness like mine/I have been eating poetry.~Mark Strand
5 comments:
Such beautiful photos, such a beautiful mind. I happened to come across your blog, and am so impressed!
Thank you Asha for such kind words. Glad you liked the pictures. Thanks again for stopping by.
where do you get to click such pics.... its wow!
:-)
This too was right outside my window (like most of them :)).
damn cool.... :-)
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