Browns...
Who designs all this?
How does he figure out the color?
Where should they be? phew tough job this is for whoever it is...
I met these li'il plants/mushrooms/somethings on a damp tree trunk on my trek to Tungnath from Chopta..
These are about quarter to half an inch big only... but lovely piece of work by my Uncle God...
Rang pe kisne pahre daale, roop ko kisne baandha, kahe ye jatan kare..?
ReplyDeleteAll things counter, original, spare, strange;
ReplyDeleteWhatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
- My fav poem. by Hopkins
:)
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