Poppies: On this stretched canvas on wood of size 12”*12” I intended to put only black and white to create a contrast. Contrast of dull and bright, of glee and woe and of light and dark. Background came out as dramatic and dull as I expected with use of a little glazing medium. A flower like poppy totally balanced the dreariness of the background but then I drew those dark buds. It seemed that only black and white are not enough to create the consonance. One of them always tend to overpower the other. The canvas needed a decisive factor. And red was perfect. With time I have learnt that the more you let go of control on the brush the more beauty gets added to the piece. Poppy’s petals are imperfect, stems are imperfect and even the pistil in the centre of flowers are imperfect. But together it turned out a perfect the-bedroom-wall piece.
This month one more item got checked off my bucket list. It was Niagara Falls and it certainly has added a lot more than a check to my experiences. People say that Canada has a better view of the grandeur of the Falls. But in my opinion American side was no less. The three falls, Horseshoe, American and Bridal Veil constitutes Niagara falls. American and Bridal veil are on American side so it naturally gives a better view from Canadian side. Horseshoe Falls form a natural boundary between United States and Canada. In the snap below, the first fall on the left side is American Falls. A small island known as Luna Island separates Bridal Veil from the American Falls. At the far right end after Goat Island and below the massive clouds of mist, there is the largest fall of Niagara, the Horseshoe Falls.
Main tourist attractions of Niagara are Maid of the Mist boat tour and Cave of the Winds. Maid of the mist boat tour starts from a rather calm point near the Rainbow bridge, and takes you all the way to breathtaking Horseshoe Falls through American and Bridal Veil Falls.
As the boat passes Bridal Veil Falls, you will see a colony of gulls near Horseshoe Falls and you will envy them to be that near to this natural wonder. When the boat approaches the Horseshoe Falls, you will be soaking up in the mist and will barely manage to keep open your eyes.
Just when you will think the view can not get better, it will leave you speechless. The water falling down with a tremendous force, the mist rising from the river and you will not be able to have enough of this over-whelming moment.
This video is an attempt to seal that moment so I can relive them whenever I want to.
This was not it. Cave of the Winds is a man-made stairs to the Bridal Veil Falls. An elevator will ride you down to the base of the fall and you can see the fall infront of you falling with such of force that it seems to take you down with it. Now you have the option to just enjoy the view or get soaked up in the misty water. Well it took me two attempts to gather my courage to go to the fall. Don’t judge me if I didn’t want to meddle with that force and it was freezing cold there. But one does not go to Niagara often so I went up anyway. And trust me it was every bit of it was worth.
I will probably visit Niagara from Canada side once just to know why people say what they say.
Oh the lovely rain and your lovely timing Oh the beauty of the peacock feathers And the smell of wet grass under my feet And above all you the music of drops and drizzle As if you wanted me to tune in your rhythm.
Oh you chilly sweet breeze with a silky touch Oh you swiftly bent branches of that olive tree And the sound of sparrows swinging on you As if you were leading me to make a twirl.
Oh you yellow flowers with a lot of red tint And the blue sky with a mesmerizing rainbow Oh the little pool with brownish green pebbles As if you were making the stage for THE perfect dance.
Once in a while, she used to get on wheels
Heading to the fields, swirls or hills.
And she never wanted company, I asked her why
None more engaging than the serene nature, she replied.
The solace she found in lap of those mountains
In city streets and light she couldn’t obtain.
Noise in chirping of birds, stillness in the water
Anxiety in eyes of wilds, gracious move of tiger
The purity of rain, the freshness of breeze
She only wished that moment to freeze.
But this time woods feel strange to her
Breeze less windy, greenery got leaner.
Snow looks pale, less cold and thinning
As if nature is getting old, less charming.
Why her maturity isn’t pretty, she wonders
Or the pretty is angry with any of her blunders.
Suddenly she realized the scary quietness in the air
Absence of the unspoken voices she used to hear.
Her companions who talked to her through their paws and fur
Now are now taken afar by her own race, in a moment of spur.