It had been a long time since I visited the area for a shoot or trek. Delighted about the fact that the hills and monsoon had kept their word by transforming the place into this green paradise I always knew of, I hopped around and scouted the location, finally settling at this small holding pond created by a steam coming downhill through the main valley.
Though the rains were passing rather than being continuous (a blessing in disguise) the place looked fresh as ever, emitting those same mystical vibes I felt each and every time I was around.
This bud was sitting a few feet away for 2 straight hours (or even more), first cautiously looking out and then a bit more relaxed after getting accustomed to me, as I took a few snaps at the viewpoint from Parsik Hills a few days ago.
I do miss that light and heat from the day now. Hope these guys are safe and doing just fine.
A lad makes a somersault while diving into the pristine waters of the Owe Lake at Kharghar.
Being able to discover the Owe Lake (for myself) after a few leads I got on a random post on Instagram and Google Maps, I finally made it to this place. It was indeed difficult for me believe that such a magical place existed just a stone throw away from such a dead concrete jungle.
P.S – Much thanks to Jibin Thomas for trusting me and lending his camera/life that day without which these pictures would never have been made, at least this way. Thanks bud!
Secondly, the lads who tried different stunts from what they were already doing, after having seen me with the ‘bada camera’. It was only because of their help (and madness) that I made some decent pictures but the best of memories!
A small fishing wharf on the creek side, next to the Kamote township amidst a misty backdrop that had taken over the area due to intense rain that day.
This image was made two years ago when I was passing by the area one rainy September evening. The sight was so beautiful and dreamy that I stopped on the rickety bridge (far left side, in a non obstructing manner) to make a few images in spite of the heavy traffic buildup a few meters ahead of me at the toll. A few months later, work once again took me past the area and I was rather dejected at the fact that a pipeline was being made through the mangroves, from the Kamote side to Kharghar. And ever since I never managed to ‘stop and stare’ at the sight, perhaps consciously preventing me from seeing the scars that took over ‘the Dream that once existed…’
The vibrant monsoon landscape of the Maharashtra State Highway 93, that passes close to Pali looks just like a beautiful painting of the typical ‘Konkan Monsoon’!
It’s been around an year since my group from the colony and I made that crazy but amazing trip to Rameshwar Vaibhav. The rain, the day, the nature and everything around us was so surreal that it was difficult for us to believe that any of this was real at all. Thankfully, we had documented proof to make us realize and then believe that it indeed real and not a dream!
Though it’s been a while I had last been to this place and beyond, I do know that it would be just as beautiful as I had left it the last time. Perhaps, even more
Tender leaves sprout out on one of the many bushes lined up at the holding pond at Seawoods amidst a rather dramatic monsoon climate that has been engulfing most of the area for the past few days.
The monsoon comes as a much relief after the heated summer. Even though unpredictable in nature, the often heavy spells are a blessing much needed.
A thunderstorm, approaching from the east, engulfing the skyline of Kharghar.
Being the 1st day of the month of the monsoon, the weather didn’t disappoint me at all. The intensity of the storm was quite superior given the fact that none of Haji Malang was to be seen anywhere. But what blew things out of proportion was the surreal lighting all around. It was neither diffused and nor strong. It was just out of this world!
P.S – In case anyone wondered, I didn’t go overboard to make the color look like these. Though basic tweaks were done to the image, the WB stands untouched (Temp. 4250 K , Tint +9). Nor was any funky filter applied (I suck big time in doing those anyways).
The light today was indeed this damn crazy.
The wet roads at Parsik Hills, Navi Mumbai
The hill of Panjrapole on a rainy evening.