This week’s photo challenge is about showing something twisted. So let’s see how twisted one can get…
Twisted metal rods that dot the rural landscape
Fed up with the twisted eyesores, nature takes things into her hands – when you can’t beat them, join them!
“Just a single cord is enough to be tangled” ― Munia Khan
“The reality of the other person is not in what he reveals to you, but in what he cannot reveal to you. Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says but rather to what he does not say.” Khalil Gibran
Once upon a time, I lived my life in this ‘green room’. Only the bed is missing.
“Man struggles to find life outside himself, unaware that the life he is seeking is within him.” Khalil Gibran
“The snow and the storm destroy the flower; but its seed they cannot kill.” Khalil Gibran
“You may chain my hands, you may shackle my feet; you may even throw me into a dark prison; but you shall not enslave my thinking, because it is free!” Khalil Gibran
Remember this blazing amaltas tree from just a couple of weeks ago?
But just two weeks later, as the Sun goes on a rampage, this one has opted for a strategic retreat – spring will come another day.
Yet elsewhere, pink blossoms bloom (Dublin to be precise)
As do purple ones – though my sister (not the one in the pic) insists on calling it blue – what do you think?
Some inverted trumpet flowers (do correct me if I am wrong, which I think I am) blooming defiantly among tall disapproving trees 😀
And some prickly pretty cacti! The last two are poached from my brother’s album as he tours the North-East 🙂
Now if only I had a few pics of the palash or forest fire to complete my collage.
Ah well spring will come again 😉
Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees
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The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge this week is about our place in the world. I decided to interpret it rather literally mostly because this is the right time (although not the right weather) to showcase my world. Temperatures are soaring and yesterday it was a sizzling 43o Celsius (109 o F) and like every summer my campus is on fire. Take a look.
Miles to ogle before I walk 😉
“It is with the intention of losing my way that I have descended on this path” Rabindranath Tagore
A dazzling and enchanting sight one that is quite difficult to tear ones eyes away from despite the blazing Sun.
I could look at this for hours and hours – from an air conditioned room of course 😉
The amaltas are perhaps not everyone’s cup of tea. This man wages a losing battle against the raining petals.
Show off 😉
While in school I used to draw the Sun rising from between the mountain peaks – this reminds me of that 😀
By the way, this is the view from my porch – now I’m showing off 😉 Just a couple of years more before we shift so may as well make the most of it!
Also linking to Becca’s Sunday Trees
Hope you enjoyed your stroll through my world – have a wonderful week 🙂
A massive beauty for Becca’s Sunday Trees.The lady gives a perspective of size.
“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky, we fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness.” Khalil Gibran
For this week’s Sunday Trees I have a really bindaas one 😀
from top to toe
They cry foul
As they do
a deaf ear to
the unpleasable world
take a leaf
to your song
as you like
This week, I have this really tall one for Becca’s Sunday Trees
the young uns
rustle and strain
eager to also
with the sky
buffeted by winds
in icy silence
send a whisper
on a leaf
is just as far
as from there
it is not about
how high you are
it is about how
deep you are.
When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds; your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and you find yourself in a new, great and wonderful world. Dormant forces, faculties and talents become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.
Patanjali (c. 1st to 3rd century BC)
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