Saturday, August 20, 2005

...dig that hole, forget the sun...

...and when at last the work is done, don't sit down, it's time to dig another one....

Pink floyd. Cheerful fellows. Always had a song for any occasion in life. Well, maybe not life in general, but my life, yes. And right now, the song in my life is: Breathe.

So you would understand, and hopefully forgive, the lack of posts... but I promise ye, come September and I shall attempt to regale you with stories about Pinnochhio and how I, for a brief interval, found myself channeling his spirit. No, not mentally, but to the great amusement of friends and well-wishers, physically.

In the meantime, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the greatest cartoonist of all time: Charles Schultz.

Writing


p.s. Hint, hint.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Cameraderie

Since I do not feel very chatty, I'm putting up a few more of the pics my shiny new SLR has turned out.

This one is from my bedroom window. My bedroom has a rather large window that faces the east, which is rather unfortunate, as sunlight comes streaming in a few hours after I hit the sack. Thus I sleep in my living room, unless there is something vitally important to be done early in the morning, like saving the earth from mutant Praying Mantes (is that correct grammar - one mantis --> many mantes? Considering the axis --> axes analogy, it probably is), or the neighbourhood from stampeding Emus, or lying in wait to catch the son-of-a-whatnot who keeps stealing my newspaper. Then I shift to the bedroom.

But I digress. As I was saying, this snap is from my bedroom window, taken one such morning. Shrik had very considerately lent me his 100-300mm zoom lens, and would have lent me his tripod as well, but for the fact that when he unwrapped the long-unused structure, it looked "like someone has been using it to hit rocks", as he tells me.

Clouds


The next one is at Pune University. Now this is one of my favourite spots in Pune, especially 'Shanti Tapri', the poor man's Barista, where I've had multiple cups of tea, sitting and talking about life in general with Lavi, or reading a book, or generally just lazing around. Like Koregaon Park, the campus is thick with trees. The last time I went there, armed with clunky camera and all, I ducked through the underbrush in front of the statistics department on a whim, and came upon this interesting specimen.

Gnarled tree


Like I said, I'm not feeling very chatty...