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Along the River Mississippi, is the chain of romantic and breathtakingly beautiful parks. One such park is that of Boom Island. Last weekend was a day probably specially made for me. It was the perfect day to be outside and enjoy the gift of nature the Lord has bestowed upon us. Hence, obeying God’s wishes, I dint bat an eyelid to be outside with my power machine to soak up the sun. It was a treat to be present at that time when the sun could not have shown more beautiful upon this earth and when the trees seemed like reveling in such a joyous day as that. The landscape seemed to be celebrating the presence of such a beautiful breezy and warm weather and I was honored to be an audience of this gorgeous spectacle.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain My Captain
Walt Whitman
After a tough and grueling day at work, I deserved a brief get away to the much sought after leafy-land where every object seems completely in sync with each other, where maple leaves look richer than ever, where lying on the grass would give any mattress a run for it’s money and where the world seems so unlike what we live in. The urge of capturing this moment of overwhelming joy was too great and being amidst leaves which each had a character of it’s own, I decided to take my camera on a feast of sorts. Henry David Thoreau, an esteemed American author, poet and much more, rightly said that, “Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain”. So why don’t we accept her invitation!
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
John Keats
Ode to Autumn
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As we all are quite familiar with the term “Lank of 10,000 lakes” which is ever so often used to describe Minnesota, I could not help but capture the breathtakingly beautiful scenery of Lake Calhoun situated in Minneapolis, MN. It was 7 am on a Saturday morning and I was perfectly geared for another day of inspiring photography. Sweats, warm footwear and my miracle machine, Nikon D3000, was all that I needed to experience both mentally and physically the paradise on earth.
