Wild Emotions.

by Anirban ~ May 7th, 2010

Wild Emotions.

This pair of wild camel were drinking water near the reservoir. When we walked near they huddled together comforting eachother. It was as if one was telling the other that it’s ok don’t worry, I am here. People say animals… I say even they have emotions.

Wild Portraiture

by Anirban ~ May 6th, 2010

Wild Portraiture

Behold the Ship of the Desert.

Did you know……………..

Camels usually travel in heaps to keep cool as the smaller the surface area relative to bulk, the less the heat lost or gained through the surface.

They can sweat to remove heat but the sweat is not seen. They can tolerate 25% weight loss (double the dehydration level in other mammals) without thickening of blood that would cause death in other mammals, as the blood plasma of camels is the last part to lose water.

They have enough tear glands and double rows of long, curled eyelashes to protect their eyes from blowing sand. They can close their noses by contraction of the circular muscle during sandstorms. The broad, padded toes are insulated to avoid the sand’ s heat. The strong, flexible web of the toes prevent them from sinking into the sand.

Gloom…

by Anirban ~ April 20th, 2010

Gloom...

A lost cricket match…the home team is out of the tournament and another excuse to take the glass and the camera out. Just another day in life.
P.S: The idea of taking this shot with this lighting was my wife’s. She’s yet to process and post her shots. Hopefully by tomorrow she will.

From Beyond

by Anirban ~ April 11th, 2010

From Beyond

Vijay a dear friend of mine. An experiment out of boredom with a torch and camera.

Just Another Day In Life.

by Anirban ~ March 29th, 2010

Just Another Day In Life.

With so much we get in our daily life we fail to appreciate simple things in life. Water. Being a woman, many of them have to walk several kilometers daily just to fetch water for daily needs. Something we often waste and don’t appreciate. So much hard work and we are fighting for Women’s Rights. Think about it…

Pure Bliss!!!

by Anirban ~ March 28th, 2010

Pure Bliss!!!

When all you can think is to play and have the power to enjoy every moment of the day with your pal. When you look around and find no restriction but joy…. that is when you find pure bliss. On our way back from the Radhangar Beach in Havelock, we saw these kids, diving, slushing, swishing away to glory, grappling in the mud and yet enjoying the pure bliss of the moment. I felt the loss of that long lost feeling, we have grown up but these kids were still living it. It was Pure Bliss.

Little Buddy.

by Anirban ~ March 21st, 2010

Little Buddy.

This little doggy became the most attractive model for my wife in The Garden of  Five Senses. She did not stop chasing it and then pestered it to pose for me. The sweet little puppy was tolerant enough to hold still for some time with inquisitive eyes asking why he was being coaxed to sit in front of some black frame before it scrammed away really fast so that my wife could no longer chase after it.

Winter Is Retreating…Summer Is Here…Finally!!!

by Anirban ~ March 21st, 2010

Winter Is Retreating...Summer Is Here...Finally!!!

The vibrant colour of the Consolida so vividly announced the retreat of  Winters as Spring arrived. Consolida is a genus of about 40 species of annual flowering plants in the buttercup family Ranunculaceae, native from western Europe through theMediterranean region east to central Asia. The common name, Larkspur, is shared with the closely related genus Delphinium.

Looking Towards A Bright Future.

by Anirban ~ March 2nd, 2010

Looking Towards A Bright Future.

The twinkle in her eye said it all……. there she was a beautiful child all full of curiosity and hope for something exciting and wonderful to happen every moment in her life.  A child so full of innocence, hoping for something better than her present, looking towards a bright future…..

Colours of the Jungle.

by Anirban ~ February 28th, 2010

Colors Of The Jungle.

I heard a rustle, in the trees,
So slight, but still, was there,
Yet there was not the faintest breeze,
So still, the forest air.

—-Unknown Poet.