The moon puts on an elegant show, different every time in shape, colour and nuance. ~ Arthur Smith
I once asked my parents why they kept my name ‘Moon’. They said they liked this name when one of my aunts suggested it for me. When I was young I had so many embarrassing moments with my name which was uncommon in our community. Anyway, I don’t know when I started liking my name. Probably when I realized I like the source of my name that is, the moon very much. 🙂 Ever since I felt a connection with the moon and am always charmed by its magnetic existence.
The moon is an enigma to me. Its appearance –ephemeralbut its presence – eternal.
That night when I looked through my window I was amazed to see the half-moon with a reddish glow which was transient. I didn’t waste time in capturing it with my ‘third eye’ – my camera. 😉 🙂
It can be admiring the shiny droplets of water on giant taro leaves (colocasia) right after the rain.
It can be following tapping sound in a quiet afternoon to find a woodpecker on the palm tree in your backyard. (It’s rewarding because we don’t often see such birds except crow, pigeons and sparrows in the concrete jungle of urban life. 😦 )
It can be discovering beauty in wildflowers that bloom by the road and we never bother to look at. They may look ordinary but get closer and you’ll see beauty in them too.
It can be watching animals play in the wild.
It can be getting up early and rushing to the garden to discover the buds you saw yesterday turned to flowers.
It can be waking up to a beautiful morning after a terribly dark rainy night and see the rays of gentle morning sun tear apart the cloud and flood the valley.
It can be resting under the cool shades of a tree after a long walk in a summer morning and feel rejuvenated.
And finally, it is when I see my little niece happily playing, singing and smiling all by her.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge:“Scale.”
While roaming around in a resort garden in Shantiniketan a couple of weeks ago I noticed this tiny moth resting on the leaves of this common calendula which seemed so big compared to this beautiful little creature!
“I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not,— The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?”
“That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky. The day is come when I again repose Here, under this dark sycamore, and view These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves ‘Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild:”
Lines quoted from one of my most favorite poems, which I can relate to this theme – LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY by William Wordsworth.
Flowers are perhaps the most beautiful creation of Nature. And you’ll find them aplenty on the hills. During our stay in Pipalay, a beautiful village in Namchi, South Sikkim I did try my hand on nature photography. There were wide variety of flowers and foliages. Some were known to me and some unknown. Some dazzled in vibrant colors while some were too small to go unnoticed, but when they blossom you can’t ignore their collective beauty.
There was this red Zinnia in the garden of Shepherd’s Vacation Home (the cottage where we stayed during our short trip). I zoomed in with my Sony Cybershot DSC-W190.
I found this tiny crimson beauty in the bush behind the cottage and the yellow one too…
The pink and blue ones bloomed at the feet of the Holy Statue of Samdruptse in South Sikkim. Can you tell me their names?
The monastery at Samdruptse has manicured gardens where purple and white cosmos were bountiful. They looked like small butterflies amidst the green blades of grass.
This ‘unidentified’ pink blossom along the garden fence also caught my eyes. And this time I badly felt the need of a DSLR…
On our way back to Pipalay (from Samdruptse) we stopped by Namchi Rock Garden that offers mind-blowing view of the mountains all around. Bonus was a variety of foliage that adorned the small garden. I thought this magenta one is worth sharing.
You might also love the following combination of red and green sprouted along the stairways of the Rock Garden.