89. Passing Breeze

It was a wonderful morning. On the other hand I think all mornings are wonderful except the fact that I spent most of them sleeping. This was the first time I made an HDR involving a person. I was able to do that because this person was completely engulfed in the book. He was reading ‘Gitanjali’, the Nobel Prize winner book from Rabindra Nath Tagore. I am dedicating this photograph of mine to this great artist with a fantastic poem written by  him. Flickr link for a much better view.

Passing Breeze
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love,
O beloved of my heart—this golden light that dances upon the leaves,
these idle clouds sailing across the sky,
this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.
The morning light has flooded my eyes—this is thy message to my heart.
Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes,
and my heart has touched thy feet.

  1. No trackbacks yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: