Crabholed!

The rain Gods had mercifully decided to take a breather, albeit, as it so turned out, for an insignificant fraction of a period of any significance. Nevertheless, it was a relief to be relieved of the undesirable (since it hindered movement through undergrowth) though indispensable (for my rainwear offered no security for the camera) appendage … Continue reading Crabholed!

Clicked!

The impenetrable thickets of sparsely flowering myriad woody shrubs on the right, which usually had a dusty sullied appearance, bore a freshly washed glistening look thanks to the overnight drizzle. On the left the unbroken succession of perpetually undisturbed tall grasses and reeds were slightly bowed, weighed down by the glistening moisture upon their apices, … Continue reading Clicked!

Impressions (Tale Four of Four)

Continued from the previous post. Slytherin! I was busy observing a sandpiper catch insects on the banks of the pond and tentatively scanned the surface of the placid waters half expecting to sight the usual flared snout of an odd turtle or two. Instead there was this pair of eyes set on an olive brown … Continue reading Impressions (Tale Four of Four)

Impressions (Tale Three of Four)

Continued from the previous post. Three to Tango! The pond heron was absolutely still, contemplating whether it was time yet for breakfast. The egret was halfway through its breakfast picking at the finest fins sagaciously. The waterhen was at its best fowl behaviour, running away from a meddlesome me, breakfast be damned. On the scene … Continue reading Impressions (Tale Three of Four)

Impressions (Tale Two of Four)

Continued from the previous post. Eavesdrop Moment! I was being my usual annoying self, attempting to frame the rear of a, for once, disinterested bull when the bull paused grazing and stood still. I did likewise – stood still I mean. Head raised, it oriented its bulk a few degrees east and stared straight ahead. … Continue reading Impressions (Tale Two of Four)

Impressions (Tale One of Four)

Every picture narrates a tale; though it is for the beholder to unravel it commensurate to the empathy towards that subject. The photographer graciously allows the frame to be the storyteller, except when there is a compelling story behind the shot. And if one is a nature photographer, in all probability, there invariably exists an … Continue reading Impressions (Tale One of Four)

Not just another Lifer

The 238 steps leading to the top of the hill, which were usually worth only a trifling effort, seemed like an arduous task. Even at 6:30 am the air was uncharacteristically still and a heavy blanket of humidity weighed down on me, the first trickle of sweat already running down my spine a quarter way … Continue reading Not just another Lifer

The Four Cubs of Bhanuskhindi (T-17) and Chota Matka (T-109), Tadoba

By now there were eleven jungle safari vehicles gaping at the tigress even as she eyed us with nonchalance (see previous post here). And as she turned and walked away into the bamboo thickets to the left, all eyes instantly started scanning the long patch of tall grasses to the right of the path. This … Continue reading The Four Cubs of Bhanuskhindi (T-17) and Chota Matka (T-109), Tadoba