That bird in her safe haven

Bird in Pfeiffer

“Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.” – When Women Were Birds

In a world where we are almost always losing originality, I take breaks to go to nature where other living beings are happily being themselves. Birds are not trying to be redwoods and redwoods are not turning to hummingbirds. 

It’s a wonderful feeling to take a walk in deeper woods, look around, and remind myself who I might be.
I am myself, not redwoods, or just a profile picture, or the man who doesn’t feel anything, or the woman who dreams in a hushed tone.

On such visits to nature, I secretly even envy some people who build a tent by a small stream and take ten days break from city life. “We are here for ten more days,” they say and then silently wait on a rock to catch a fish. A fresh catch for lunch! I nod my head and pass them sadly. For me, every hike, every trip seems like a short one. It’s like a flash memory that I relive a thousand times after returning home. 

I capture nature in photographs, and when robots and city life bore me to death, I look at all photographs from my travel.

Sometimes in remote places, I chase a swaying flower or a bird in slow motion, pointing my camera, almost whispering, “Wait!! Wait!! Wait!!” I don’t ask that bird or the flower to wait for me. I actually beg that moment to wait.

It happens. A lot. Each time I hike in less known places. Each time it feels like I belong to that moment.

I come across something unknown but remarkable in places where there are not lots of people around me and where other living beings are not threatened by our existence.

I don’t like photographing flowers at botanical gardens where they are cared. I don’t like clicking caged animals in a zoo.
But often in a national park, I see a Bushtit carelessly roaming around, often I am like a trespasser in a Steller’s Jay’s territory, often a small yellow wild flower looks radiant before the big blue ocean, and I whisper, “Wait!! Wait!!”

Moments don’t wait for me ever. Only photographs in old albums do.


Author: Archita

Musings about life and photography.

17 thoughts on “That bird in her safe haven”

  1. Beautiful. Even we don’t like ‘curated’ nature of botanical gardens and poor imprisoned animals in zoos. To find something close to nature is becoming even more difficult these days.

  2. Yes, it’s adorable! Those little beauties are the wonderful gifts from nature. Not only for photography, but for the whole experience of the moments! 🙂 Thank you for reading, Elaine. 🙂

  3. Yes, I am not talking about external changes. But in our world, how much we try to be different from who we are- it’s not always on us. It also depends on expectations, and sometimes just to fit in/co-exist we change! 🙂 Complicated indeed! Thank you for reading and your comment, Sampada. 🙂

  4. Thank you, Arch. 🙂 “How we want to be someone else” – is a great topic to discuss! As I grow up more, I see that urge/expectation in people around me more. Maybe someday I will write it about it in detail. But deep in nature, it’s great to observe how every species co-exist, each bird, each category of birds, each animal, each plant- big or small. Here many people are becoming dead machines, or beasts, or constantly copying other people!! Strange right? 🙂 Solo trips sound great! Hope you’ll write about that experience!

  5. You write such thought provoking posts Archita! The first few lines about how we want to be someone else all the time.. So well written. I would love to take self-exploration journeys. Going on a solo trip for that is on my bucket list. Let’s see..

  6. I never thought on these lines, but its really thought provoking when you say the birds never try to be different from what they are… And it made me realise how complicatedly we lead our lives.

    Wonderful thoughts.

  7. I just finished an evening walk around my property…we have a little land, little field, little woods. I took along my camera and found pleasure in the wild peacefulness of the world. And once again I feel free.

  8. Where did that legend come from? I adore it!! As a photographer I know exactly what you mean. It is such a victory and a joy to capture something few ever see. This was a beautiful message!! Thank you. Whether we are photographers or not we need to see what beauty there is in front of us.

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