Category: Places

  • By the River

    One Evening (by the Neckar at Heidelberg) – by Muhammad Iqbal, the “Poet of the East”, from “The Call of the Road”

    SILENT is the moonlight pale,
    The boughs of all the trees are still,
    The music-maker of the vale
    Hushed, and the green robes of the hill ;
    Fallen into swoon creation
    Sleeps in the bosom of the night,
    And from this hush such magic grows,
    No more now Neckar’s current flows ;
    Silent the starry caravan moves
    Onward, no bell tinkling its flight,
    Silent the hills and streams and groves,
    All Nature lost in contemplation.
    Oh heart, you too be silent : keep
                    Your grief hugged close, and sleep.

  • Dreamscape and the moon illusion


    The other day as I was driving home from work, I saw the full moon rising in the east. A huge, dirty orange disc on the horizon. The sight was captivating in such a way that I decided to capture it in a photograph when I got home. Half and hour or so later, I was standing on our terrace with my camera mounted on the tripod in front of me, ready to shoot. Looking at the moon, however, I realized that I may be too late. It had climbed higher and lost its orange glow. It also seemed smaller, even though it still hung low on the horizon. As long as I had my camera out, I thought I would still try to capture the beautiful moonlit winter landscape.

    Viewing the resulting images on my screen, the moon looked not just small, but considerably smaller than what it had seemed outside. Intrigued by this seemingly odd result, I did some research on the net, and sure enough I discovered that the moon looks larger when it is near the horizon than when it is higher in the sky. This is just an optical illusion though, one not even properly explained yet, and photographing the moon anywhere will show the same size (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_illusion). Hence, capturing a large moon near the horizon as a backdrop to a wider landscape is not possible.

    The shots I got of the landscape, with the “small” moon high up in the sky, were very nice. The silvery moon hanging just above the tretops in a silky smooth sky. Nevertheless, this real world image paled against the illusion stuck in my head from earlier in the evening. The dreamscape of a moon dominating the horizon. Still having an orange tint in its silvery glow. Its craters and valleys standing out against the darkening evening sky. With this illusion in my mind, I created the image you see above. It is created by combining a long exposure of the landscape, with a closeup of the moon, shot at the same spot that evening. The resulting image is close to the way I perceived the moment that cold winter evening.

  • Dreams

    Far away, those who are today,
    I still remember.
    Incomplete may be my dreams,
    my dreams are still my support.

    Even today they restrict my ways,
    your memories pull me away.
    Those who have forgotten me,
    I still remember.

    Centuries between us there are today,
    however far the distances grow.

    Wherever you stay,
    you are still mine.
    Incomplete may be my dreams,
    my dreams are still my support.

    Wonder when they will again meet,
    your and my paths.
    Never let hope shatter,
    just remember this.

    Night will fall,
    light will return.

    Original in Urdu by Junoon
    http://www.lyricstime.com/junoon-khwab-lyrics.html
  • Modern Man

    Standing on the observation deck of the Empire State Building, gazing out into the bright New York night, one cannot help but marvel at man’s ability to subjugate the world around him. However, looking at what is happening around us today, it seems that we have lost attention to our inner self in the drive towards our scientific advances. I would like to share “Modern Man”, a poem by Muhammad Iqbal, the “Poet of the East” from “The Rod of Moses”:

    Love fled, Mind stung him like a snake; he could not
    Force it to vision’s will.
    He tracked the orbits of the stars, yet could not
    Travel his own thoughts’ world;
    Entangled in the labyrinth of his science
    Lost count of good and ill;
    Took captive the sun’s rays, and yet no sunrise
    On life’s thick night unfurled.