My spring village 2010

When the stray cat bought in a what looked like a little piece of meat, I thought it was her prey.

Not till my little girl yelled with sparkling eyes that "The cat bought her baby in" did I realise that this was indeed her bundle of joy - hardly born - closed eyes, wobbly feet and all that. She held the little kitten in her mouth, and settled her comfortably on the hallow cushion of my over sized and empty Samsonite suitcase. She lumbered away and appeared with the second one, a stark black kitten - this time I was sure it was a rat - till I had a closer look. The Stray mom comes home everyday for her meals - breakfast, lunch and dinner, and my mom feeds her in the stainless steel cup set aside for her. Lukewarm milk, cheese, rice and curd - the menu consists of steady faves. I had to take the lil kittens out to access my suitcase. Aarti and I made a bed for them out of old rags - we created a cozy cushion big enough for the mom and the babies and the mom settled in and felt at home.

I watched in awe as the little ones nuzzled on her tummy to suckle. The mom kicked back and let out a pleasurable purr. Cats or humans - motherhood is indeed Bliss.

Here are the lil kittens that moved the mom in me and my little girl. First on my suitcase and then in my palm.

The magnanimous ferris wheel looked confusing form a closer quarters. I could not make out what it was, though I knew it was a gigantic wheel. The engineering seemed too feeble to hold so many carriages together, the pace seemed too sluggish and the image seemed like a hallucination. It was hard to believe something so surreal could be man made. The wheel revolved, forming hazy swirls on my imagination, or lack there of and I did what I do the best when in doubt - point, and shoot!! :-)

Ladies and Gentlemen, The Eye of Paris - or so I call it!

Hoarding

Pardon the hazy image quality - This was shot form the taxi, through the tinted window while I was on my way to Paris railway station. The city was rather cramped, with magnificient buildings towering upon the streets and the traffic. This colorful hoarding, perhaps advertising an insurance company as I gather, stood strikingly out in the midst of a huge building being renovated or repainted. I wish I had the window rolled down to capture the true colors - neverthless the attempt to sell attracts audience looking at it as a refreshing bout of color in a frayed background.

Eiffel.

Iconic. Magnificent. Wonder. Humongous. Powerful. Breathtaking. Beautiful. Eiffel.

Fire

It is hard to say if life imitates art or vice-versa. I was my usual self playing with my cam when I pointed and shot at the camp fire while we were camping on the coasts of Mendocino, CA. I was startled at how vibrant and painting-like the hues of the burning fires looked. The flames had the agility of a trained dancer and the looks of a abstract art, painted skilfully in slick oils.
Life seemed to be an infinite loop of art and itself. One tracing the footsteps of another consuming themselves in fires of passion

An affair to remember

Sometimes the size is not what impacts the eye - or the mind. While squishing sand under feet and trekking to the beach, I found a little wild flower, actually a flower that is a cluster of flowers and scooted down to click it. The tiny bloom wasn't larger than a dime. When my lens zoomed in, I spotted the surprise package - a tiny little critter devoring the bloom. At first, it emerged a wee bit, and then it disappeared and then it came out full form. My fascination knew no bounds and my joy joined as I bought home a larger than life image of the tiniest bloom and worm known to the womankind - ahem, the one woman womankind!

Size?? Doesn't matter. At all.