A rainy morning on Kabini Reservoir
Alone
Swing
Fencing the waters
A rainy morning on Kabini Reservoir
Alone
Swing
Fencing the waters
How do you describe Kabini?
Is it by its assault on the senses? The fresh cool breeze, the incessant rain, the blinding greens, the ominous browns of the muddy river and the gray of the sky, its earthly smell? Or by its simple, smiling people? Or the bone-rattling potholes in its roads? Or the great time I have had when I visited Kabini with friends?
Or, even by the smell of mouth-watering food being cooked in the Jungle Resort lodge in Kabini, where I stayed?
Or perhaps, it may be the long drive through the Nagarhole forest, or the boat ride on the river ... it may even be the hours spent lazing on the huge hammock by the river ...
Whatever it is, I know that photographs can only capture a small part of what is felt. You have to, literally, soak in Kabini to understand it fully. I am only greatful that such places exist.
Is it by its assault on the senses? The fresh cool breeze, the incessant rain, the blinding greens, the ominous browns of the muddy river and the gray of the sky, its earthly smell? Or by its simple, smiling people? Or the bone-rattling potholes in its roads? Or the great time I have had when I visited Kabini with friends?
Or, even by the smell of mouth-watering food being cooked in the Jungle Resort lodge in Kabini, where I stayed?
Or perhaps, it may be the long drive through the Nagarhole forest, or the boat ride on the river ... it may even be the hours spent lazing on the huge hammock by the river ...
Whatever it is, I know that photographs can only capture a small part of what is felt. You have to, literally, soak in Kabini to understand it fully. I am only greatful that such places exist.