Dinesh's photos

Poppy

29 May 2012 116
The poppies send up their orange flares; swaying in the wind, their congregations are a levitation of bright dust, of thin and lacy leaves. There isn't a place in this world that doesn't sooner or later drown in the indigos of darkness, but now, for a while, the roughage shines like a miracle as it floats above everything with its yellow hair. Of course nothing stops the cold, black, curved blade from hooking forward— of course loss is the great lesson. But I also say this: that light is an invitation to happiness, and that happiness, when it's done right, is a kind of holiness, palpable and redemptive. Inside the bright fields, touched by their rough and spongy gold, I am washed and washed in the river of earthly delight— and what are you going to do— what can you do about it— deep, blue night? ~ Mary Oliver

Surya

25 May 2012 129
Swift and all beautiful art thou, O Surya, Maker of the light, illuming all the radiant sky. Thou goest to the host of gods, Thou comest hither to mankind, Hither all light to be beheld. With that same eye thou look'st, O purifying Varuna, upon the busy race of men. Excerpt: "Rig Veda 1 - 50"

A Coot's routine

23 May 2012 119
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coot

Pass word is "Tweet"

Baw Cwn Yn Ung

31 Jul 2013 156
Welsh language, that is en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Welsh_language

Pheasant at Lunch *

Redbreasted Grosbeak

Lost in the forest

05 Jun 2011 1 2 187
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it was the voice of the rain crying, a cracked bell, or a torn heart. Something from far off it seemed deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth, a shout muffled by huge autumns, by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves. Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood--- and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent. "Lost in the Forest" ~ Pablo Neruda

A song at dusk

20 Jun 2011 101
A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song. Chinese Proverb
26 Jun 2011 111
A picture is a poem without words. ~ Horace
26 Jun 2011 96
A picture is a poem without words. ~ Horace

Baloon flower

09 Jul 2011 89
Platycodon grandiflorus

Bradley evening

Time for a dip


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