When children caught butterflies in their childhood, they thought they could keep them indefinitely, Although they could not keep those butterflies with them forever, they found an alternative in the form of a camera—a means to preserve those forms permanently and create beautiful memories.
Today, after the rain stopped, I stepped out with my camera, thinking I would capture some excellent photos of nature to preserve them.The human brain thinks in the form of photographic images.That is why it is essential to capture an image of every passing, ordinary moment; so that when we reopen the book of memories in the future, those ordinary moments reveal themselves to be truly extraordinary.
That pair of ducks was sitting so quietly by the canal bank that I couldn't resist taking a picture of them. I was worried they might be startled by the sound of my footsteps and jump into the water, but fortunately, they didn't do anything of the sort while I was taking the photo.
Today, after a long time, I felt a bit of pride in my photography; although I couldn't get close-up shots, I was still very pleased to have captured photos of two Asian Green Bee-eaters.
I wanted to take close-up photos of those two lover birds, but I knew well that they would fly away out of fear. At first, I mistook them for parrots and wished I could take them home, but since that wasn't possible, I simply took their photo.
A Cattle Egret standing in the marshy water and mud amidst the fields was on the verge of taking flight; fortunately, I managed to capture its image just before it flew—right before it even lifted its feet—and exactly one second later, it took off.
I walked a little further and found a small glass bottle embedded in the ground. It looked like the sort of bottle one might discover on a seashore, yet there was no beach or ocean nearby; it was simply a small bottle lodged in the earth.
A few steps further on, I spotted an abandoned hand pump—it looked as though no one had used it for years, left behind right in the middle of the path, much like so many people are abandoned. I love capturing images of such unfinished or forsaken things, so I took a picture of it; it looked truly lovely after being washed clean by the rain.
There is a mango tree near my house that I used to visit in the past, though I hadn't been there for a long time and would usually just look at it from a distance. Today, I gathered the courage and set out along the footpath that leads to the tree; I finally reached it, revisited many memories from the past, and took some photographs of the mango tree.
These photographs certainly help immensely in keeping memories fresh and preserving them; later, when one looks at them, a mild and tender moisture appears in the eyes, and a smile spreads across the face.
On the way to the mango tree, there was also a banana tree.
And this is the very footpath that leads you to the fruit trees.
Can you see the squirrel through the gaps in those dry twigs?
Watching the trees being washed clean by the rain, I walked back towards my home.
