Click III

Elephants!

The first wild elephants we have laid eyes on. Max zoom, of course. One doesn't want to upset critters this size.

Missed out on getting a glimpse of the old tusker who raids the vegetable garden at the Tallayar plantation, though.

Wings

In the grounds of Om Beach Resort, Gokarna.

I think this is a kingfisher. S/he was too far away to see clearly with the naked eye. This was at full 10x zoom.

Hugely delighted with this shot. Again, full zoom, from an armchair in my villa's porch.

From the hill between Om Beach and Kudlai Beach.

This dude was surfing the thermals coming up the hill. Missed the shot when he was overhead, and got lucky as he spiralled back. As far as I know, this is a fishing eagle. Brown body, white head.

Same dude(tte?) making a turn.

Freakishly lucky shot. Must have been about 10, 15 metres away, in a clear blue sky. I (don't tell anyone now) did the yeeha-fist-pump thing when I saw this on the camera display.

From Estuary View, Karwar.

Looked up, saw this guy overhead, swung camera to eye with smooth, swift motion, almost took eye out, clicked.

Three in the bush, erm, tree. Naah. Doesn't have a ring to it.

Close-up of the one who, in the previous shot, was sniffing his under~~arms~~wings.

Changeable Hawk-Eagle *

* says Falstaff.

360

A panorama experiment with a digital camera, tripod and Photoshop. Photo by Albert Barton. I did the Photoshop stitching.

The Delhi Metro

In The Metro

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Ahem

The first appearance in print ever of this combination of words: "Photographs Peter Griffin." 'Twas only a little review of a hotel we visited in April (which is why we suspect, they used our shots and didn't send a pro along), but we're very pleased with ourself.

These are the shots you'll see:

Pedal power

It was a heavy day, meetings in different parts of Delhi - from Nizamuddin to Hauz Khas, then Darya Ganj, then Okhla and a long search, then a shorter search in another phase. Mercury well into the 40s, a heat haze, mingled wih much dust and pollution. We drank lots of water, and, sunk deep into the seat of our hired car, we, in our usual macho way, whine piteously to ourself about the heat and the dryness.

And then we see this.

And this.

Vendor (one assumes) of plastic drums and pots making his way from one village to the next. Picture taken from my taxi, as we passed him. (Somewhere between Gokarna and Goa)