The Black Star

In a wilderness in northwestern India, much closer than the sun, lives a star. He was born nine years ago not from a supernova, but his parents’ ‘Jeans instability’. Every morning he rises – to the occasion. And every evening he sets – the stage on fire. In between, he births new stars. Without dying….

Top Eight Antelopes of Kenya

  They’re colourful, come in a variety of sizes and show true diversity and imagination with their head gear.  Scan any piece of a Kenyan wilderness expanse, and chances are you’ll spot one of them in the frame. Mostly busy feeding, they dot the savannah with their northward horns and bony legs as sitting ducks…

The River Tigers

The ‘River Tigers’: The Mirchani female and her male cubs at Damnar Their gleaming eyes haunt the lonesome night, cutting like fire lanterns through the dark and balking at owls screeching to a silvery moon. Only stars bear witness to their opulent jaunt. By morning they snake back to their mythical abodes through bushes that…

Croony Walker

In the rarified pantheon of folks who’ve broken through their boundaries, a plucky geezer called Croony Walker is prominent. First emerging to the fore after going beyond paddy fields and lending his presence to scrub and grassland landscapes, he then shrugged off the oblique reference in his species name to a device used in a…

Dr Ashley Crown’s Credo

Dr. Ashley Crown isn’t among those who wear a crown of thorns lightly, and nor is he one of those who wear a crown of thorns heavily. In fact he doesn’t wear a crown of thorns at all but certainly sits on a perch of them. One would, in all one’s wisdom and experience, think…

Bill Spatula in Shangri La

He has a pony tail but is not a stallion. He carries on his very person a kitchen utensil but is not a chef. He has long legs but is not a model, so who in the golly name is he, then?   Well, this Punk Rocker, as I’ve introduced earlier in another post, was,…

A Candle to Keanu

So here is the bottle-brush-tailed queer-call-making generously-sized vivid rodent in a rare uncluttered moment, enticed to condescend to the lower branches by a succulent clump of fruit.   Otherwise in his true element he is a tenant of the high canopy, carrying his brush everywhere like a house maid on a cleaning spree, mostly busy…

Chief Displacement Officer

  The portrait of the Chief Displacement Officer perched before setting off on the duty of flushing out all the eagles, harriers and suchlike raptors in his area and occupying their perches in a symbolic act of retributive comeuppance. Being a close disciple of Murphy, he deems fit to present himself to perform this social…

Bill Shady

  Bill Shady is a ‘grey area’ for the photographer who pursues him. He hoists himself up the farthest canopy of the tallest trees, and because he’s active when the light is harsh, he loves to rest in shade, thus demanding from the camera a dynamic range twice that of the human eye. He has…