In Rishi Valley, where trees and rocks are teachers, watching butterflies is a highly enjoyable part of the education. Here are field notes from wandering around the school grounds spotting butterflies on the last morning of 2017.
May is here. How about killing time with this wallpaper of an Assassin Fly or Robber Fly?
Gayatri Hazarika wrote this ode to the monsoon during the peak of the rains, but we lazybones are sharing it with you now so that you cherish the last gasp of the season, the final raindrops before winter desiccates the subcontinent. Enjoy this photo essay
A damselfly in the sun, this Rusty Marsh Dart (Ceriagrion olivaceum), flecked with morning dew awaits the day’s warmth to dry itself.
What is Onam without its leitmotif — the Onathumbi or Picture Wing Dragonfly?
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The cab driver drops us at the end of a muddy road and says he’ll wait till we return. The rains have let up a bit and a few drops that cling to leaves is the only precipitation. The path winds uphill first and then starts to descend. Can’t stop, leeches are climbing up our legs from every direction. Can’t run – you need to be sure of where you are treading. Soon the sound gives it away — a stream rushing through the rainforest. A fallen tree on the way forces us to take another path, winding down, careful not to step on leaf litter. No one knows what lies beneath the dried and decomposing leaves. Glimpses of white shine through the leaves. The sound is loud now — a low, continuous roar. We find a a rock jutting above the stream and step on it, then exclaim in unison: “Wow!”
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