I couldn’t let the unending rain dictate my life any longer. On Friday I slipped my phone into my pockets, put on my walking shoes and a poncho, and went out for a walk.
The world was full of life and death, decay and growth. Lush vegetation, scrubbed clean with rain, fallen leaves on green leaves, termites scurrying along walls. In this dreadful light, the camera can’t keep up with the insects.
Nyctanthes arbor-tristis, a mouthful for such a lovely flower: the night blooming jasmine. They are flowering already, but the rain washes away their scent. A month from now, the fallen flowers will wilt slowly through the day, releasing their lovely perfume all day.
A strangler fig is slowly killing its host; terrible for the host, but possibly a wonderful sight in future when the fig spreads out its branches and aerial roots. The flooded earth has sent the invading giant African land snails up the wall. Welcome to the club.
Bracket fungi have reappeared predictably on the trunk of a tree where I’ve seen it in the last two years. This tree is sick. The invisible filaments of the fungus have found its bed of secret joy, and its dark secret love is killing the tree. A William Bleak morning indeed!
Good for you for braving the elements I.J. You found some lovely images along the way. sometimes getting out there makes the rains a bit more tolerable.
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Thanks. Sometimes 🙂
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How good you went out walking! Much to ponder about and lovely photos.
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Thank you so much
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I love the pun and the photos are beautiful. I’m glad you got out.
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🙂 Thanks
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And yet again, I am astounded by the little things you have noticed on a walk in the neighbourhood. But then, these aren’t that insigificant events for the creatures themselves, are they?
Happy monsoon! 🙂
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Thank you. No, little floods and rainwater are not insignificant for the plants and animals which share the world with us.
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A tracery of strangler fig, its host long dead is one of my lasting memories of a forest walk in the Western Ghats. Wonderful – for the fig.
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Yes, not an uncommon sight in forests. Trees may die, but the forest remains.
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Wonderful. And, indeed a mouthful for my favorite flower ‘Shiuli’. A mere sight of this takes me back to my ancestral house in Jamshedpur that had a beautiful shiuli tree on the left side of the main gate. It would be laden with flowers when we went during Durga Puja and the small lawn in front would be a small carpet of white, against the bigger green one. I remember weaving garlands, with my aunts and cousins, out of those and other flowers for the daily Puja. This brought back lovely memories. Thank you. Insects tend to freak me out a bit, I must admit.
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Yes, that season is round the corner.
Insects, even butterflies? 🙂
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Who can dislike butterflies!!! I am put at a discomfort mostly by crawling things with a gazillion tiny feet or slimy texture. Oh and the big spiders too
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🙂
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William Bleak 🙂 nice touch
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🙂 Thanks
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