Welcome to TML, my quest to capture ordinary beauty in my surroundings and bring to you some pictures, raw and aesthetic. This week’s picture has a mystical and possibly weird aura to it, read ahead at your own risk…
I was in my grandma’s kitchen garden, eager to see which veggies she was growing in those days. At the entrance was a tree, not very tall, a young adult perhaps, with nothing fancy to turn one’s head back and have a second look.
I crossed over , My attention rapt at the beautiful flora ahead. After I had gone through the area, I turned to leave and faced the tree once again. This time I noticed that this tree had sturdy roots and how wild foliage was growing between them. It seemed mystical, something beautiful and had definitely grabbed my attention for the same reason. The drab roots now were a thing of beauty. Also, This tree reminded me of those elusive storytelling trees, holding secrets and mysteries in their wake. Tales which left you spellbound in the mystical and dark world.Lost in these thoughts, I clicked a picture of the roots and the new life proliferating with the aid of its sturdy support. An old form supporting a new one was beautiful and worth a click.
As I was about to leave again, I noticed a spider creeping up the roots of the tree getting lost inside the foliage in no time. As I stood there, a honey bee swarmed past me but instead of settling on a nearby flower, it went straight into the bark and vanished.