It was a cold, windy night on the coast of North Carolina. But there was a celestial event that brought one determined photographer out to gaze skyward – the blood moon! Continue reading The night the moon blushed red
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. Continue reading Watching Butterflies – Field Lessons from Rishi Valley
Notes on sightings from a birding walk at Karnala Bird Sanctuary with BNHS on Dr Salim Ali’s birthday Continue reading Rewind: Notes from a birding walk at Karnala Bird Sanctuary with BNHS on Dr Salim Ali’s birthday
Cary Glen in North Carolina has little cosmic significance. It is a little lake in a little town. But nature thrives here, and it provides a much-needed escape from life’s machinations Continue reading Cary Glen – Images of a lovely North Carolina lake
‘Stop and smell the roses,’ they say. But they are not talking about the garden. And when they talk about the garden, they are talking merely of flowers. Life, unseen, thrives among the clefts between observed and unobserved. A versified photo-essay by Nagesh Manay Continue reading Life Around Black-Eyed Susan
Back to Kullu — and woeful civilization — after a half-done but nonetheless fulfilling trek in the Great Himalayan National Park. And, with that, we conclude this series by Sandeep Somasekharan. Continue reading GHNP Trek Day 7-9 – Lapa-Neuli-Kullu and civilization
A tree may be our primary connection with the universe — but it will take us all our lives to acknowledge it The Ficus virens that outgrew the shrine Shashwat: Haven’t the Americans built big cities, warships, fighter jets and so on? Me: I guess so. Shashwat And the Germans have made very fine automobiles and autobahns? Me: Yes, they have. Shashwat: The French have the TGV! Me: Yes, so? Shashwat: So, in India, did we spend all our time celebrating festivals and meditating? Me: Silence The canopy, loved by both peacocks and Hanuman langurs Five minutes later the hush … Continue reading Le Question: Did Indians do nothing but celebrate festivals?
When I was a child, the Brain Fever Bird was one of my mystery birds. Its plaintive call, rising to a feverish crescendo, kept me awake on many moonlit nights. I was to encounter the bird again, and again, and again, and each time the story wedged itself deeper in my imagination Continue reading Encounter: The Brain Fever bird