Night Flash

After a sweltering day I was lying sultrily on my bed longing for relief when what should appear but a cool wind, thunder, and an amazing display of electric illumination (the poetic equivalent of lightening). I hastily arose from my inert position and fumbling, grabbed for my camera and proceeded to take (no joke) over 65 pictures to try to capture this enlightened moment. Of course I could never capture the profound and moving depth of the moment's beauty, but this picture comes pretty close.

Nodir Paray (At the River's Edge)

Fishnets strung out on bamboo spikes at the river's edge




Fish traps . . . a functional beauty all their own . . . especially in multiples . . . out of the water






giving center stage to a fun, little, "taken for granted" plant at the river's edge.




grass glorious grass. in Bangla it is "ghash". The word sounds as the thing itself sounds in the wind. It sounds like it feels between your toes. It sounds like it smells unless their are too many cows around. It goes much deeper than onomatopoeia . . . believe me.