December in punjab, a new raiment

Curtain rings on December with this post. The snippets form a miniscule part of what Punjab is all about, visually and culturally. Behind a thick mantle of fog life has been growing. Silently.

Cotton pods which were plucked pre-mature have been sun bathing before bursting open.

A farmer heading towards fields look back at me clicking and gently smiles. Another one is busy spraying fertilizer.

Hardy plants manage to thrive in-spite of weedicides.

Trees shed leaves and reflect.

Clothes on innovative clothes lines add to the optimism that sun is just around the corner.

Birds find new habitat.

Nature weaves a new raiment.

Children learn alphabets of life basking in the sun sitting by wide open fields of Punjab.

Wonder struck, I  move on, clicking.

December in Punjab: walking into a mellow sun

Well friends the story continues. Cold has gotten intens”er”. Fog rules. Sun, inspite of burning billions of billions of billions of calories barely manages to show.  Wheat has been sown. Farmers get up early to check their fields and drive out stray cattle. I was clicking an exceptionally bright dawn  when I noticed someone walk towards me. It was Gopal Singh, a farmer. With three dogs in tow. Cautious of playful canines I accosted Gopal Singh and then walked with him into the fields. A tree on the horizon, gently combed furrows on land, extravagant gold of sun made this into a sight to behold. Barely had I finished clicking the scene when Gopal Singh stepped into the view finder. I clicked again and found my “tree of man”.

Little more of december to follow before we move into January.
Thanks for looking. In advance!

December in Punjab; canvas of the farmer

The canvas of a farmer is so diverse, live and dynamic. Throughout november punjab is covered under thick smog caused by burning of paddy stubble. Come december and it begins to clear out. There’s a definite nip in the air. Fog sets in generally hanging low. Paddy has been cut and disposed off. Cotton fields half picked dot the horizon. Alongside fields are prepared for sowing wheat. Farmers are busy working on their canvas shaping their destinies and the way their land looks. Three hours of dawn brought me colors from three worlds which I must share with you all.

Thanks in advance to everyone for stopping by.