Mornin’ High

An army of Ants scale and attend to the tender leaves of a bush during sunrise at Seawoods.

Ants are one the best examples of teamwork, selflessness and dedication in the natural world that I am personally aware of. The amount of work they do with the precision they possess is hysterical indeed. One could learn great lessons of teamwork and management from these little soldiers just by tuning in into their schedule. But make sure you have the time – even one brief moment of your absence and they vanish without a trace!

Each scout a pawn takes is potential death is disguise. But that does not stop them, as they seem to be aware of the fact that whether it is life or death, it is for the greater good and that the whole existence of their kingdom depends on their actions, which they perform dedicatedly.

Thus even the smallest link is equally strong and important as the largest one.

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The Devil’s Bug

When epic scares for Friday the 13th show up right at the start of the day, even in broad daylight!

This bud was pretty creepy not only for his ‘costume and gear’ but also for the fact that he managed to stalk me with his million little eyes for 20-odd minutes till I finally laid my sight on him!

Nature – Surreal indeed 😀

Puppy Attack!

It was a normal start to the day for me. I left for the hills early, hiking my way up and down through the route religiously. Gave my legs a cooling lap at the stream, as I listened to the wise old and fun couple crack sense and jokes, all at the same time. The usual stalking by a few ‘newer’ mini birds and a calf (a first in a long long time!) followed before I decided to head back to the base camp (the most rewarding part of the entire pilgrimage, as well as the most time consuming one!)

And then there were the usual ‘distractions’ to detour – a few more birds and invertebrates, which would make me stray yet again (but something I never really regret). I was hooked on to once such distraction and by the time we had enough of each other, I was lying on the trail, tired and hungry. The blazing sun had worn me out and I decided to take a few minutes off before heading back, laying there to review my bounty.

That’s when these Lilliputians showed up – trumpeting their arrival with pants, scouting and securing the trail, as their master trailed behind. As cute as they could get, I couldn’t resist and snapped a photograph, without their permission. But they weren’t impressed by my act and didn’t seem to like me either. As their attack got more vicious (cute, to be honest!), I decided to get up and clear the way for them. And as they passed by,  they gave me that look which very well meant’ If we wanted you dead, you’d already be dead’.

And I was like, ok…

Yet another, best of days at the hills and a fun kick-start to the day!

Shades of Green

A bunch of vibrant leaves on of one of the bushes that line the banks of the Seawoods holding ponds during a rather sunny morning.
Though the rains have been erratic in nature, the foliage in and around the area has turned from the dusty and sober shades that they put on throughout the winter and summer to surreal shades of vibrant green, the best indicator to the fact that nature has already got and stored it’s share of water 🙂

 

Watch Out, Watch Out!

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.

The Dream that once existed..

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…’