Thursday, September 18, 2008

Valley Forge Screwed Panaroma

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Lessons from Photography

If you are not happy with the pictures you take with you current equipment, buying new equipment is not going to help.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

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Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Chocolates

Smokeys

The old man loved kids. He loved them so much that he carried a bag of chocolates with him all the time. The bag was really big and had lots and lots of chocolates. All of different flavors and kinds. He would ask kids what kind of candy they would like and would pick out the one that they would like the most. He knew what kids liked.

One day the old man became grandpa. His grand kids came to him and asked him, "Dada, give us the candy we love". Grandpa grinned, pulled in his bag and dug down deep. Then he dug down deeper.....there were no chocolates left. They were all gone. He had given away everything. As his kids stood there waiting for their chocolates, he did not know if he should feel happy about all the other kids he had given chocolates to or feel bad about his grand kids.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Valley Forge Tree

Valley Forge Meadow

Valley Forge Bush

Valley Forge Weed


To err is 'to think'

There are times when you are thinking so much that you want to write things down. The thoughts don't stop pouring in even though you are incapable of handling any more of them. You figure that...alright...let me sit down and organize my thoughts.. and put them down ... somewhere..may be on a piece of paper or on a useless blog....empty some space in your head for buffering information. You sit down and try to start jotting something and then you figure that your thinking space is empty. That you were not thinking of anything for all this while anyways. And then you wonder, was your thinking space filled up with thoughts of not thinking anything.....crap...oh well...who cares anyways....I don't.

Valley Forge B&W_2

Bricks

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Another weekend

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What was it that made it a beautiful morning?
I was hungry and every second thought coming to my mind was of food. My shoes were all wet by walking over dew soaked grass. Wet socks were making squashy sounds while walking. The sunlight was burning my skin as it always does. I was cursing the air for not being swift enough to dry the sweat away and for not being cold enough to soothe me. And then I thought of food again.
But I guess it was a very beautiful morning and I am glad that I was there.