സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

All Things Bright and Beautiful McLean, Virginia Joined August 2011

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

a day ago

Nonbeing is called the beginning of heaven and earth; being is called the mother of all things —Lao Tzu

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

3 days ago

On our walk in the woods yesterday, I found a mating pair of cicadas. For all the noise they make to get here, the affair itself was very quiet.

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They lie, bleached bones in a heap, time's loud dry laughter, like death pointing its finger, insinuating: Where the beast ends there you end as well; there's no distinction; in your case too, when life's wine's been drained, the broken cup will be left like that in the dust. —RT

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

5 days ago

Where ancient woods have no tracks of men Deep in mountains sounds somewhere a bell; —Wang Wei, tr. Arthur Cooper

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

5 days ago

Sulphur Dusk Lichen Hawksbill Mountain Shenandoah National Park

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

6 days ago

Shingled hedgehog. As if an artist carefully etched it.

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

6 days ago

Back in 1888, Van Gogh was concerned about American tariffs on artworks. @KS1729 @dpanikkar @avataram

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

7 days ago

Alpine pussytoes and a lone bearberry that wandered in. In this realm high above the timberline, plants must stay low and cling as close to the ground as they can, for the mountain winds are so ferocious that they will uproot anything that grows tall.

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

a week ago

There is poetry in that cushion moss covering the dead tree stump, as if it has been reincarnated for another inning of greenery.

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

a week ago

It seems as if the silt-filled waters of the Athabasca River, sluicing their way through this gorge, are caught between a rock and a soft place.

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a week ago

This box elder tree was at the edge of the deciduous realm, the hardship of growing just four months in a year deformed its trunk almost into a sculpture. As if the stresses welled up inside are bubbling in burls, comforted by yellow lichens.

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

a week ago

Along the steep, unstable slopes of the mountains, where I struggled to walk straight, I noticed trees with their trunks almost fully exposed, their roots wedged under rocks. Only the deft survive these slopes.

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

2 weeks ago

Fallen Branch.

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

2 weeks ago

Summer is rolling up its mat, and what came with it is in its last throes. This cicada, which rose from the earth below to sing incessantly in the trees above, will now become food for the European hornet’s larva. The elegy of a season.

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

2 weeks ago

More than a thousand years ago, someone carved this sandstone so that light could enter the temple. Mukteshwara Temple Bhubaneswar, Odisha (built around 950 CE) Photo: Heinrich Zimmer/Art of Indian Asia Vol. 2

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

2 weeks ago

As we hiked up the mountain through a lovely spruce-fir forest, we saw many dead trees, but this one stood out for its sheer beauty. Looks like it was struck by lightning. Each one of those rings once held a branch. It's revealing how a tragedy uncovered the tree’s inner beauty.

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സുധിർ/सुधीर/Sudhir @sudhirpv

2 weeks ago

The Athabasca river rushing through those ancient rocks reminded me of Saigyō's words: The sound of a swollen mountain stream rapidly rushing makes one know how very quickly life itself is pressed along its course. —Saigyō, tr. by William LaFleur It's just that we don't realize.