Showing posts with label Summers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Summers. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

smells like summer...

summer scents smells light, it refreshes,it reminds me of all good times..
the summer in these fragrances..the plumerias and the fragrance of the handmade marbles at the delhi home
jackfruits and mangoes all the time at home,down south
sliced thin raw jackfruits that go into a preparation with coconut grinded with red chillies
mangoes that go with curd or eaten raw with little oil and sliced shallots..hmmm takes me down to the good old days at my grandmas,.
my dad still recognises the various native mangoes and still now i find it quite hard.
Photographing food
i never thought colocasia would become an ideal backdrop..
celebrating new beginnnings

the brilliant reds
the plumerias and their everlingering fragrance


jackfruits and mangoes

romantic setting..colocasia leaves

Life's like that..I enjoy each day as it comes..


Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Summers,Fragrant

In the beautiful month of May..as I see they bloomed,the Gulmohars,the magical Gulmohars...I look out of my windows,and i see them out in the park,the streets in Delhi explode with these beautiful trees and it softens my heart and i remember the peak of summer vacations,the times when we stuck the yellow calyx on our fingers and pretended to be ones with beautiful nails,the times we waited with bated breath for the wind to blow and the mangoes to fall ,the looming powercuts and the beautiful hand fans,and the fragrant champas and so many more...so lovely are the summer moments..
as i walk down the lanes
the magical gulmohars
on the way for pickles

the fragrant handfans
on the way to the hills...


All Images..courtesy Lakshmi Arvind









Saturday, November 19, 2011

Lovely Morning and Ponmudi

Having spent a peaceful night among the hills,we woke up to a lovely morning .I hoped that we would be able to see the sunrise,but alas if theren't much of clouds.It was too cloudy and misty and cold as it rained the whole night.The earth was wet and we could feel the wetness and the cold creeping through us...it was wonderful...The morning chai  was hot and it kept us warm.Some small yellow hill flowers and plumeria from my morning walk.A small rivulet on the way that made all of us playful and so many photographs made my day..














 






 

   







These made my day and i hope they made yours too...These made my days definitely brighter and put me in a good mood






Images courtesy:Lakshmi Arvind
Please do not use them without permission.Pl do not steal nor copy

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Fruits of Summer..


Summer means a variety of fruits
Fruits are a delight
"Cold"watermelon is the most recommended fruit
I just ate peaches..fresh and juicy,little sour and little sweet..
What's your favourite summer fruit?
Start the morning with a sweet, juicy fruit at breakfast. 

Ripe summer fruits - 
Enjoy my collection of fruits,photographed at various corners in our home
Divine

Weekend blast with mangoes


Sunbasked peaches

                                                                  A single  melon



                                                   Mangoes and swing,eat and swing

                                                                      cold watermelon

                                                             coolness in summer


                                      Mangoes and dining chair ,a composition on its own

Enjoy  and do write back to me
images and ideas conceived by Lakshmi Arvind

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Enchanting solitary moments.....

*An indian summer incomplete without the flamboyant orange flowers of Gulmohar
*A composition in Vibrant orange,reds,greens and clever use of white spaces..
Dont you all think?


In Praise of Gulmohar Blossoms’ by 

What can rival your lovely hue
O gorgeous born of the spring?
The glimmering bridal of a red robe
Rich red of a wild bird’s wing
Or the mystic blade of the gem that burns
On the brow of a serpent king
What can rival the valiant joy
Of your dazzling fugitive sheen
The limpid clouds of the lustrous dawn
That colours the Ocean’s mien?
Or the blood that poured from a thousand breasts
To succour a Rajput queen

Sarojini Naidu














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