I’m fond of photographing trees, for I believe they have a wonderful personality that brings out their endurance irrespective of weather conditions including those trees that are deceased. Luck doesn’t really ‘just happen’ but it is what the mind conceives, that happens.
I made a tour back a week ago to one of my earlier visits and found this Jaali Mara(English: Prosopis Juliflora Tree) which had been deceased months ago. I wouldn’t have known of its death without an evidence of its physical disintegration but only by knowing the facts from a few farmers around here.
Rewinding back to the memories to a Mysuru tour in 2015, I found this dead tree on the banks of river Kaveri. The experience of composing this came with a dearly wish that I once find a similar but a “living tree” then give it a ‘warm’ tinge during the photo processing to rather give it an aura of Indian warm climate. I then had already imagined what I would see; it was only a matter of time that I drove through Hubballi!
This triggered my memory back to the photograph I had composed back in 2017 in Hubballi which also appears to have the same fate, but what a personality! The grimness of it, speaks volumes from whatever is left. Or may be the processing that came out just right by luck. Or was it?