The Run of the River

So many water bottles advertise crystal clear, Himalayan water - when we went hiking, we drank right from the source, glacier-chilled. As long as we stuck to running streams it was good - this was water straight from glaciers, some which we could see above us, white behemoths in the distance.

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Evanescence

forgive me for wanting to drown in the sky, some days - for wanting to tear out my heart and gift-wrap it in clouds to bequeath the sun.

Portrait of a Gaur

The curious charm of the Indian gaur.

Abstractions from the Embers

A fire smoulders on a dark night in Bangalore, India. we burn with unapologetic fury against the dark, the dark, the creeping creeping dark; sing with unrestrained vigor into the silence, the silence the humming humming silence; live with undimmed spark for the light, the light it grows and it grows and it grows  

Waders Dressed in White

Two Little Egrets and a lone Grey Heron stalk the shallow waters of Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve, just a few hundred meters from Malaysia.

Coup d’Oeil

Car-window glimpses – hints at something beyond the fingerprinted glass and constant humming of movement and silence in their endless dance, because you love like this – bittersweet heart-in-mouth. You cannot do anything else; no space forms for anything else in disappearing tarmac behind and knowledge of the gap between possibility and reality. In the… Continue reading Coup d’Oeil