The Pictures of the New Year were always going to be a little bleak, emerging as it were, from the Year of the Pandemic. In a time when it had become ‘acceptable’ to be distanced and disdained, this cold and wet New Year weekend cast a cold but familiar shudder onto a world seeking warmth…
There is a quiet solace in the sleepy air that envelops a tropical afternoon at the year-end, when the weather is cool and kind, the soft skies are heavy with clouds and the rain drives in gentle or sharp torrents, Here, the sleeping dog lies, bolstered by the faith that with evening, her proverbial daily…
A glimpse of the sweet morsels from the fruiting mango tree that feeds the young black-naped oriole in the south garden. Here the mother indulgences in her young, while other birds look on, and await their turn at the fruit basket. Now its the turn of the yellow-vented bulbul to partake of the…