The roses and the thorns

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Roses are mystical. A beaut!

They adorn palaces and the place everywhere.

The fragrance that smells so sweet,

Spread delight everywhere.

Greatly guarded by human’s love.

Tenderly sheltered in a cove.

 

 

Who heed about thorns?

A sore for eyes: the salt in the wounds.

It stabs and oozes bloods from brawns.

And it pricks you when you are around.

But it’s only guarding the rose.

And let you compose a prose.

Landscape

I’m not so good in wide-angle landscape photography. The most common problem I usually find in such photography is haziness, which makes the image very dull. However, I couldn’t control myself from trying out this one time.

On the extreme right side, we can see some of the school buildings, where I teach.

The yellowish patch of bed-ground is ripening paddy field. For some, the harvesting work had already begun at Ziro.

The human population of Siiro village is also growing continuously. as There weren’t many settlements a decade ago. Now we get to see houses distributed throughout the entire frame.

Siiro village
Siiro village

Cross-posted [at] rotochobinphotography.wordpress.com