Focal Point

I often am fascinated by the human body – what a marvelous work of engineering! Today am admiring the wonderful sense of sight – the eyes. It’s raining out here and I am just looking out at the scene through the glass window with a cup of coffee. With my eyes, I can see everything so clearly even outside but the camera can focus only on what’s closest to it. 

In this photo, you can see my coffee in focus and the chaos outside, even if it’s blurred. So I am very thankful for the camera because that’s possibly the only way I can capture and share the moments that I like, visually, with everyone, for lack of that kind of artistic talent which also requires time and effort to master. 

Coffee on a rainy day

For more photos about interpreting Focus, you can look here

And here is the photo of the same place after it has stopped raining.

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Transmogrify

It always fascinates me how an artist’s eyes see something that would appear mundane to others. Where most would see an empty wall, an artist would see a canvas that he can paint on, where most would see a lone piece of fruit, an artist would see a rose that he can carve, where most would see a big boulder, an attist would see the sculpture he can untrap from it..the list is endless. And that is exactly the meaning of transmogrify – something a bit more than transform – as if by magic!

Here is one such piece of work. What appears to be aliens looking around, showed on closer inspection to be transmogrified from some old hollow tree      stumps!


But nothing can beat Nature. The transmogrifications it does are just awe-inspiring – look at a small seed turning into an oak tree, water turning to fluffy clouds hanging like giant cotton balls, soil and stones forming mountains, bees converting flower juice to honey..another endless list.

Look here how the green hill has become vibrant with the colors as if someone came and painted it overnight..


If you are fascinated too, you can check out some more transmogrifications here.

Thoughts from a snowy day

There is a perfectly easy way to get through life – being born, somehow getting through, taking no risks and changing nothing about one’s life. And there is nothing wrong with that way if you feel happy in this manner. 

Then there is another way – if everything is going fine, then some of us have that itch to change some parameters to give ourselves a challenge. And life is not the same again. Some may find it a stupid thing to do (why disrupt a comfortable settled routine?) and some might find it as the only way to live.

As it started snowing the other day and I was struggling to find my way in the freezing cold, I wondered whether it was alright to leave the warm and bright land of my birth and come over to a place which is often cold and grey. But now it’s done so there is no looking back. I know that the weather will get better and so will the spirit. And the warmth will come from friends – old and new. The snow will melt and give way to life. I will settle into a routine and soon I will be thinking about what to change next!