Saturday, September 21, 2013

Pamlico Sound River Basin

Not all those who wander are lost.
                                               -Tolkien

Taken at Pamlico River Basin, North Carolina.

The paved road ends here but the wilderness of the Pamlico Sound echoes to the far outposts.

We arrived at the Pamlico Sound River Basin, a remote grassy marshland, an hour before the dusk. The sun was bright and the wind was low. A clear shadow of the tall pine trees fell into our out-of-state vehicle, which grew even taller and fell into the water. This water was blue, as blue as the sky above, and in between where suspended silver clouds lining the two-extremities. 

I looked around and saw fine-colored waterfront houses docked with speed boats, fishing boats and more boats. Small children were out for play on a creek that passed through their backyard. I fancied it must be the happiest playground on Earth and felt happy for them.

Upon our homebound route, we encountered overhead flying cranes, a bone-chilling experience to any day-trippers.




Thursday, September 19, 2013

Niagara Falls

There has been possibly millions of accounts and sketches made in reference to the Niagara Falls, which in case, my blog here could be no different. But I will try to give my own perspective of the falls, since it's better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation. 


Canadian Horseshoe Falls as seen from the Maid of the Mist boat.

In the Maid of the Mist tour-boat, technically I was in Canada. 

Ontario, Canada. 

If it is true then it will be my first foot-step outside the international-maritime boundary of the United States in last six years. I was in Narita Airport, Japan in 2007.

On the board, I can literally see one feet of mine fasten on the Canadian side of water and other on the American side, as million gallons of cascade tumbled down into those age-old rocks, with such an uproar I have never heard before.
  
View of Canadian Horseshoe Falls from Goat Island on the New York side with Maid of the Mist boat near the falls and Ontario in background.

Visitors on blue souvenir raincoats were always eager to touch the blessing spumes of Niagara's raging waves. Cameras were fired as far as the lens could cover. I fired some shots too, some of which got uploaded here. Matter of fact, there were more hand-held cameras than ubiquitous seagulls. No doubt, it was called the most-photographed natural attractions in the world.






Saturday, September 14, 2013

"make art, not war"

Since all kinds of unmanned aerial vehicle, also known as drones, has infiltrated our present-day world, I too decided to throw this aircraft-looking macabre silhouette as a parody. This piece is created, back in 2012, with a mechanical pencil lead stuck inside a push-up eraser in the most random fashion thought!

The message is loud and clear, "Make Art, Not War."

I must thanks Texas sun for this pitch black shadow without which it might have been difficult to contemplate what exactly this piece is.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

First Flight

This black and white image is my attempt to reflect the historic episode of the "first flight" that took place in Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina in December 17, 1903.


The sculpture of the First Flight, where Wilbur running behind the 1903 flyer mounted by his younger brother Orville and the Wright Monument, a memorial tower at the distant in Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina. 


Wright Brothers National Memorial is a must needed ideal travel I was longing for since I graduated in May 2013.

The clear blue water at the Outer Banks, with its constant cool breezes is invigorating and inviting. Teenagers fly mammoth-sized kites under a Persian blue sky, undisturbed and unhindered upon the Kill Devil Hills, where the massive dunes continues as far as human eyes can decipher. Also, kids were relentlessly pursuing gliding lessons in ways similar in experience to Wright brothers, who too performed countless gliding experiments to bestow the humanity the conquest of air, which was previously meant only for angles.

At times when we take routine flight for granted, I think its important to commemorate and reflect the epochal achievement the mankind had achieved only over one hundred years ago!