You'd think the owl flies from perch to branch and ghat to bazaar with wings outstretched and the wind singing through the feathers but you could not be more wrong. This owl is a lazy one and would rather hitch a ride than tax its wings. More often than not the owl is perched on the luggage rack of the fast local to Tarakeshwar, drinking in the scent of everyday existence, observing the mundane and the sublime, and being an extra in someone else's story.
Some wise man said a picture is worth a thousand words but I beg to differ. The owl humbly submits that a snapshot is an instance of the lived experience crystallized. The stories it tells, the relationships - the subjects with one another, the subject and the context, the photographer and the subject, the act of framing something and leaving something out - all these and a lot more lie outside the realm of words and a picture expresses far more than a thousand words if you will only open yourself to its possibilities.
Here are some observations that the owl made in local trains out of Howrah, passenger trains bound to mofussil destinations and other aimless journeys.
Mapping the Rails
Until next time,
The Observant Owl
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From An Owl's Eye View