Photo Tales, the new photo feature series of my journeys. The first tale is about fields. The travel bug bit me long back when I was teaching in Alathur(Palakkad). My college was surrounded by rice fields too tempting for my city-bred soul. The crimson evenings were tinted blue with peacocks that perched on the fields.
The mist hugging close to the paddy fields in early mornings.
See the long road sandwiched by the green. Don’t you want to pedal through this cool morning?
My daughter abandoning herself in nature.
See how faithfully the field garnished with slices of green, reflects the sky.
So serene was life at Alathur that I wanted to stay there forever.
Photos: Manu Remakant
good pics.. but i i didnt like the second one. something is missing.. mite be coz of too many unwanted elements.. 1st pic is really good..
Aswathy, I am hardly a photographer. But when I shoot, I don’t fuss a lot in edging out all those unwanted elements from my pics especially as I train my lens to catch a village life. Crudeness is part of innocence. I have taken such beautiful shots at places like Kodai and Ooty, with a heavy heart that the scenes are made to look perfect only for the lens. But here what you see is what you get. The unwanted elements – the posts, the power lines, the greenery and all – are part of a village. Isn’t that more realistic? Isn’t that more village-like? Blemishes add to the beauty. Who wants to marry a perfect man, dear? Do you?
Yeah.. thats true.. the picture of a village is captured exactly.. Looking forward to more wonderful pics..