I was standing in that lovely balcony (not mine) of a multi-level building. It was canopied by trees. I felt like I had entered the `Green Room' of the tree house. It seemed like I was standing `inside' a tree house - surrounded by green leaves, sturdy textured branches and not to forget the rustle and bustle of life `inside'.
The closest I could get to living on a treetop (one of my favorite fantasies).
I stood there for a long time.
All along, there was this black crow (in the photo) perched on a branch close by. He (or she- never learnt to tell the difference between the two in crows) sat there observing the world around him (and also me). Suddenly, I realized that for the first time I was seeing a crow really up close.
Yes, I have seen crows at close quarters. But there was something different about seeing this one.
We usually see them picking on left overs, garbage, and generally relegated to the lower strung of the bird society.
But this time around, there was something beautiful in the picture. I could actually see the iris of his eyes through my viewfinder.
And for a moment it took my breath away.
The crow IS A BEAUTIFUL BIRD.
It's just that we don't pay attention to it, simply because the crow is commonplace.
It has so many wonderful shades of black on its single body.
The coat is fine and smooth.
The feathers are formed and arranged to perfection.
The face is small and compact and its features complementing.
And the eyes - like diamonds -illuminating, brilliant, sophisticated and intelligent.
How come I never noticed the crow before?
Is it because, like all things in life, that you don't notice the crow and appreciate its beauty because it is right there in front of your eyes, at your doorstep?
Is it because we don't have to strive hard to see the crow that we underestimate its value?
How predictable are we? When a diamond sits right in front of you for long you think it is a pebble!
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