Chai garam (hot cup of tea)

Intermittent showers of sunlight were of no help at Jalori pass. Screaming and biting wind threatened to embrittle our frames and shatter like shards of glass.
This man at the dhaba (a road side place for basic food) was a messiah putting God into glass of tea.
But it was so cold
that tea
by the time it filled the glass
was already c(old) !

The play of light

Yes I'm still in Seraj valley of Himachal pradesh. It was a field day for fog. Having to put up with endless gray was not what I had bargained for. Fog was around everything. My camera grew heavier each minute, tripod grew a a leg a minute. But I walked and walked. Fog stalked and stalked.

Patience pays.

Near Jalori pass (altitude 3000 M) fog lifted for an eternity long enough for it to wrap around tree waists and for me to to click.

click

click

Eternity can be a split second register!

"such a long journey"

After their long annual voyage shepherds return home from high pastures to their homes in lower valleys.It was october and gods were preparing to send everything into a wintery abode. These new born lamb kids warmed my heart as they passed by riding mule backs.
Life lives
wherever
whenever

All waters reach home

While trekking in Seraj valley in Himachal our trail ran into a dead end. A shephrd dog accompanying us from Shoja went surveying under tall undergrowth and returned. As if declaring " it's the end of the road buddies :(
We looked around and decided to follow this song.
Soon we reached a place where we saw a pile of firewood neatly tied with a rope. Ah! human presence. We all sat down a had our packed lunch listening to nature's concert. As a thanks giving gesture I took a long exposure of this stream to make the moment more vivid.

All waters reach home.

Forestisawoman

On way to village Sejwar through a jungle
I heard a rustle (or a jingle!)
I trained first my ears
then my camera
as these women silently brushed by
their movement got recorded as spirit of the jungle

Forestisawomanisaid!

Transformation

Transformation

This citying of landscape
This stunting of trees
These hovels of dens
These pygmied men

This convent of indulgence
This dark habit
These spires of intrigue

This love become date
Slapping bodies fornicate
This bonsai passion
This herculean fashion

This robbing..
Trees of girth
Eyes of mirth
Forest of flame

How do I say;
love’s in the air
and I love you dame.

Flowers

Flowers on page cropped
sharpened
hue deepened
furl frozen, framed
all
samed.
Flowers in real grow
sway
unfurl
emanate & age
edges fray, colors wither, bouquets fly
and die.
Exageration is apology
for dimension lost
and age
dimension's wage