Some Colours of Winter
Photostory from a morning walk
The cold wave of the last few weeks has cut short my teatime with mother nature. I refrained from going out on walks, mostly kept to indoors, and spent limited time in the garden.
When a friend visited two days ago, we set out to explore the outdoors together for a brief hour. I’m sharing some scenes from our chilled stroll around the garden and nearby fields.
Chilly morning (12°C/54°F) of January in NCR, India.
The graceful forms and colours of flowers make them my favourite focus while walking in the garden.
Each part of a plant, be it what’s considered commonly a weed, or a fancy ornamental, bears infinite signs of an extraordinary, expert craftsmanship.
In nature, I have only ever found an increasingly humbling semblance of what I consider as true creation.
The scenes warped wilder and loomed larger as we walked towards the outskirts.
The views on both sides of the narrow road reminded me of Van Gogh’s landscapes.
My friend and I started giggling when we came across this particular field of all shades of green but one block of scorching purple.
It was a pleasure to look at!
As we returned from the scenic walk, we paused near a sizeable clump of roadside cannas, nasturtiums and false daisies.
My friend commented on my luck.
How lucky I am to have access to such vast, open and colourful landscapes, hardly a kilometer away from my house.
I agreed earnestly.
It’s really a magnificent place, like most of our earth — and it found me right when I needed it.
Am only humbled by each such manifestation of undeserved grace in my life.
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