The flotilla of pilgrims and tourists makes its way up the Ganges River, leaving behind the Ganga Aarti, the nightly Worship to Fire ceremony at Dashashwamedh Ghat, on the riverbank. Our boat passes another, a candlelit vision aboard it.
Category: Creation Tales
I Fell in Love
I fell in love
With the vivid colour
With the vivid colour
So I settled in
To setup the shot
When a little girl
Ran through it
So I fell in love
With her too
The Look
Forgive me
Young man
For startling you
With my camera
Young man
For startling you
With my camera
I heard
But did not hear
You exiting the door
And my eye
Was on a scooter
For which I’d waited
Winter Crescent
Crisp and calm
I shiver at the camera’s side
Ever so gently, I try
Release the shutter
I shiver at the camera’s side
Ever so gently, I try
Release the shutter
But there it is
The little jiggle
In the capturing moment
Where the house light doubles
Only I will notice, too
The crescent moved
As did the evening star
And the clouds
Obscured Crescent
In the settling darkness
I seek something to photograph
Anything to set words on a course
I seek something to photograph
Anything to set words on a course
Out of inspiration
Time and photographs exhausted
Post due on the morrow
At a favourite pull-out
Setting up sticks and cam
While the light fails
Utterly
30 Seconds
The light falls fast
While I setup the camera
Darker and darker
As I extend tripod legs
While I setup the camera
Darker and darker
As I extend tripod legs
Quick glances to the valley below
Hoping for enough light
To capture the clouds in the valley
To find detail in the trees
And the valley mist
Finally, set up
And capturing frames
When I begin to notice
As one light fails
Another rises
Winter ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #65
I want to take a picture
Of winter descended
But the snowfall changed
To light drizzle
It’s cold and damp outside
True signs of a
Coast Mountain winter
Of winter descended
But the snowfall changed
To light drizzle
It’s cold and damp outside
True signs of a
Coast Mountain winter
ESSSSSSSS!
Outside the library
Where my writer’s group meets
A rusted steel orb calls to me
As I exit every meeting
Where my writer’s group meets
A rusted steel orb calls to me
As I exit every meeting
Come play with me!
Come play!
So I put my words away
My oh-so-many words
Take out my camera
And play with a sphere of letters
Tha Tien
I am sitting over a bowl of Tom Yum soup and a Singha, both a perfect antidote for heat and humidity. Large prawns spooned out of an oily, spicy broth. Baby corn cobs, fresh picked, are an explosion of flavour, like an entire cob of spring corn in a single bite. I chill my burning lips with a draft from the Singha, an ice cold lager which makes up with chill effervescence what it lacks in taste.
Artificial Light
A lamp operator hoists an 18K light up, and up and up
Special Effects pumps out the fog
Glycerine and heat and chill air
Now a glowing white mist roils through the night
Special Effects pumps out the fog
Glycerine and heat and chill air
Now a glowing white mist roils through the night
The tree, is real
The leaves have fallen from it
Rain has flooded the forest floor
Pix to Words 