Small and beautiful mechanisms are induced in our lives that we often forget them . An observation at the beautiful umbrella in this photograph of mine reminds me how proud I am to be an engineer. The Joint of spokes is at Golden mean.
Stone walls – Dark light – Unknown thoughts , What a horror? Tried to eliminate as much detail and environment . The person is standing at Golden Mean
The bleeding wall. I call it because a lifeless and pale colored wall almost merging with the background color appears to be bleeding because of the glass pieces. See many things are suffering around us.
Two conversations. Swasa- with the air , Abhyasa – leanring from friend’s talk. The eyes of the man are at Golden mean.