Coates Kinney wrote these lines more than a century ago, and yet, even today they make sense :

When the humid shadows hover
Over all the starry spheres,
And the melancholy darkness
Gently weeps in rainy tears,
What a joy to press the pillow
Of a cottage-chamber bed,
And to listen to the patter
Of the soft rain overhead!

Today afternoon, sitting alone inside the house, while the dark clouds beautifully cover the valley in front, and the rain drums its music on the roof, I ponder on the present and the future. My camera rests on the table on one side, and the calendar shows the empty days on the other. Rainy days always bring with them a mix of feelings. Somehow, the sadness today is stronger than the joy.

I came across a beautiful photograph of a statue named ‘The Veiled Virgin’. I was mesmerized by that photograph. Lost in it. The cloth on the face seemed so real. But, was the photograph beautiful?

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Cold winters are here. They will remain for few more months. Thankfully, my fireplace is now repaired and I can at least keep myself warm in the evenings. Today, after a gap of many weeks, I laid my hands on my camera. The repair work is over and I can now enjoy the finer things of life, photography being one of those.

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