The small star fruit plant in the compound is as always laden with fruits. It looked pretty! and even more so when cut to make those little stars from which it has been given one of its several names – the star fruit! Otherwise also known as carambola and in my language, heinoujom.
Abstract: it’s all about perspective, isn’t it?
Riding the boat in the backwaters of Kerala (India) among the mangroves leading to the Golden Beach of Varkala, the images on the water surface disturbed by the ripples seemed more fascinating than the objects that it reflected.
A scene at Wangoo village in Manipur (NE India)
My submission in response to Majka’s photo challenge ‘From Above: Trees‘. This is a shot taken on the hillock in the outskirts of the village of Wangoo. I had written my thoughts on the trip on an earlier post. The river is the main source of water for the villages along its bank. locally known as turel achouba (the big river), its English name is the Manipur river. It drains off water from the Loktak multi-purpose dam. from this view point, it is the skies, the river and the trees that is striking.
The trees, however, veils the houses on either side of the river – something i appreciated on visiting the village after taking these shots.The river bank ran along the backyards of the cluster of houses on the east. It was approaching evening by then. there were people drawing water, washing utensils and checking on the fishing nets they had laid down earlier in the day.
planting onion (tilhou) in a kulfi matka: life in Delhi
When the bug of gardening bites me and the impulse to plant taunts me – a non-fussy short cut to indulge myself is to put out onion sprouts either in water or a little soil anywhere. It is hardly gardening and its hardly the kitchen garden at home but well, it does feel so good to see it shoot up taller each day!
Last year, I had planted it in the little terracotta pot that I found too cute to throw away after eating away the kulfi that it came with. It sure looked pretty!
A colony of bees camped on a forget-me-not bush adjacent to a window of my house. i could not resist taking pictures of it. the first is a view from the outside
a close-up of the colony: ©ingellei
after the inhabitants of the colony migrated, what was left behind was the structure. i have no idea what it is called but it was kind of spongy, slightly sticky (not too sticky) browning thing that was left behind. i am not sure which variety of bee this one is. but i sure am curious how honey is extracted. does anyone know?
Underneath the blue skies, lies a green valley…………..only, it was a green carpet formed of siltation on a lake. on these carpets, people constructed houses. it is said that houses would move with the direction of the winds and movement of the water. you may sleep in these houses in one part of this freshwater lake, and possibly wake up in another part of the lake. this is the Loktak Lake in Manipur, India. the green masses are locally called phumdi.