The only wonder of the world that I have covered (yet) – the majestic Grand Canyon!I was completely in awe of the force of nature that carved out the canyon millions of years ago. It still sends shivers down my body when Ithink about standing there and wonderinghow on earth these would have formed!Just a day after landing in Las Vegas, we were on our way to the South rim of the Grand Canyon (we were tocome back to LV and stay there for 3 days ending on Christmas eve, to enjoy the celebrationsin the city).

Though many tourists specificallygo to the West rim to do the Skywalk,we left it out intentionally since it is too expensive at $80.94 per person for the Legacy Gold Package. Moreover, if you are not so sacrosanct about doing the ‘walk on the glass bridge,’ you get pretty much similar views of…

The FIB is a poetry form based on the Fibonacci sequence.  The first and second lines have one syllable.  Each subsequent line has same number of syllables as the previous two lines added together, so 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21… into infinity.  You can stop at any point, or proceed back down as I have done here.  Fibonacci supporters believe everything in nature is based on mathematical order rather than randomness; I selected the Fib for this poem because doing so created an interesting juxtaposition of form and content.  (Click on the poem to view it in LARGER PRINT.)

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I often get the question – Which camera do you use? Seems people think it is only the camera that matters, not the ‘eye’ that one has in finding beauty around!

I am not a professional photographer, but based on the positive feedback I normally get, I can say it is more of how you look at the scene that matters; device comes later. Even if you talk about the device, some pics from my iPhone (I am a huge Apple fan) are equally good as compared to the ones from Sony Alpha 7 that acts as my travel companion.

Now the ‘eye’ I am talking about is looking at the scene holistically and then the details. Are objects complementing each other?, is there something which is not required in the frame?, is it too bright or dull in the background?, is it all symmetric? etc. I like to give my…

It was our last day on Skye and we piled into our Rabbie’s mini-bus right after breakfast and John, our tour guide and driver, headed out of Portree.  We were on our way on the long drive back to Glasgow. But we stopped after only ten miles to get one last look of the misty isle. We gazed at the river winding down the glen and noticed that the hills on the left were smaller, rounder and well, redder, than their neighbors on the other side which were taller, rockier and darker. The Red Cuillins on the left are made of granite. The Black Cuillins on the right are made of gabbro. Together they form the Cuillin and are considered the most beautiful mountain scenery on Skye.

After our spectacular views of the Quiraing on Skye’s northern tip, John, our Rabbie’s Tour Guide, thought it would be best to take us to a museum. He must have noticed that the weather had taken a turn for the worse. So he drove us over to the northwest side of the Trotternish Peninsula to the village of Kilmuir where on a clear day you get a nice view of the strait called The Minch that separates Skye from the islands of the Outer Hebrides. But this was not a clear day. In fact, the wind was rather fierce and the rain was often horizontal as we dashed between one thatched croft house and another at John’s  museum. We discovered quickly that John’s museum was not an ordinary museum. Yes, we found some roofs over our heads. But also a lot of space between the roofs!