When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.~
Tag: Silent Sunday
Weekend Walk 93
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy. The Bell Jar)
“…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”~
Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.~
Inspired by Becca’s Sunday Trees & Jo’s Monday Walk
Silent Sunday
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. ~
I am home in India 😀
Silent Sunday with classical music
I am enjoying the rest of the Sunday silently by listening to this divine music, hindustani classical by pandit (master) Prabhakar Karekar.
Robin the redbreast!
A quick shot and the robin was gone. I am happy to capture this beautiful little birdie. Here is some interesting information about our little friend Mr. Robin the redbreast.
Source of information : MYTHS OF THE ROBIN REDBREAST IN EARLY
ENGLISH POETRY.
