Every Morning a New Painting

The clouds and the Sun paint a spectacular sky during the Monsoons to our visual delight!

Brush Strokes

Some Cerulean Blues

Nature’s Search Engine

Solar Fanfare

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It sometimes strikes me how immensely fortunate I am that each day should take its place in my life, either reddened with the rising and setting sun, or refreshingly cool with deep, dark clouds, or blooming like a white flower in the moonlight. What untold wealth! Rabindranath Tagore

Water Color on Sky

Shooting Beauties

Love Shooting these Clouds. They are my fashion parade models! What a display.

The monsoons in India are life givers but also deadly in their unrelenting showering of millions of tons of water picked up from the Arabian Sea and the Bay of Bengal. It is a wild party for three months. A rave party which leads to life but also death and destruction. I cannot but admire the changing kaleidoscope of the skies with these passing beauties full of water like Dairy cows waiting to be milked. Nature is supreme. Nature will take over if we are not careful, example Chernobyl, humans cannot enter where nature has begun to grow forests and animals are roaming leisurely through this abandoned disaster zone. Let us nurture mother earth, please!

Day 6 of 3650-September 26

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The clouds have no intention of giving up so easily! After a bright moon night, the morning is all shades of gray. The weather bureau though says next few days are going to be bright and sunny after this fog/cloud dissipates. The fight between day and night continues on Earth as in the mind.

Still Cloudy-September 24, 2018

Third day goes by without the Sun coming out. I jinxed it. Man proposes and God disposes thus!