Like people things also need to be pampered and taken care off. A careful set of hands reaching to mend and keep the street lights on for the night time. Better be careful up there. I wouldn’t dare this because of two reasons: height and electricity.
“To me, photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting in an ordinary place…I’ve found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.” Elliott Erwitt
Rice on my plate is ordinary but this rice field looked pretty (extra)ordinary to me specially when it basked under the glorious sun and swayed with the breeze creating beautiful waves of different shades of greens. A thrilled me, wanted to capture this entire field in action – it was extraordinary – but a closer view showed a little more than the field. An (extra)ordinary someone was taking a peak at me – a grasshopper.
A leaf from my childhood memory took me to a time when I was 7 or 8. My dad caught a grasshopper from our garden to show it to me. I was astounded by its vibrant green colour and grassy looks. I was immediately in awe of this ordinary creature but I was afraid to touch it. It was soon released, after I had taken a good look at it.
My (extra)ordinary friend was not an easy capture this time as it was camouflaging itself in the green field. But with a little zoom there was no running, and… it was captured.
This is the entrance to the famous Kangra Fort which is located 20 kilometers from the town of Dharamsala, India. The fort was first mentioned in Alexander the Great‘s war records, referring to the 4th century BC.
The Kangra Fort was built by the royal Rajput family of Kangra State (the Katoch dynasty), which traces its origins to the ancient Trigarta Kingdom, mentioned in the Mahabharata epic. It is the largest fort in the Himalayas and probably the oldest dated fort in India.
Kangra valley is one of the most picturesque, green and luxuriant valleys of lower Himalayas sheltered by the sublime Dhauladhar range. It is one of the most important or famous district of Himachal Pradesh. Kangra is mainly famous for its natural beauty and tea gardens.
Note: The written information is copied from Wikipedia. The photos have been clicked by me.
He looked at an empty frame. “Why was it empty? Who keeps an empty frame?” he muttered to himself.
There was something peculiar about the room. The room was filled with books and magazines but did not have any place to sit. It had a big clock that looked lost in time and too old to function properly.
“Only if I could see someone, I could ask for some tea or water or even a place to sit,” he thought.
The place was sealed with silence.
With steady steps, he approached to one of the stacks of books. He tried to pick it up to read.
“Ah! Marvelous,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s no book, they are chairs.” He inspected every stack. The ones to the east of the room were chairs and the ones to the west were all readable books.
“That’s something uh! The person wants you to sit and read by the daylight.”
He took one of the books and cautiously placed himself on the artistic book chair.
The room was now losing its glow and the clock started to tick faster. With his eyes set on the book, he hardly noticed this change. He was deeply immersed in the book.
As the night grew stronger, the clock ticked louder. In that dark room, the only thing that was clear – was the heart beat of the running clock.
The sun made an announcement of a new day as it gently knocked at the east window.
Everything was back to normal. The clock gave a tired look from the previous night’s run and the books and the chairs were camouflaged as one. The room – prim and proper – had everything in its place, except for the outsider.