They literally painted the town red!

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The Agra fort, a monument decked up in red stone towering against the bright blue sky burning scarlet in the scorching sun. It was majestic, royal and richness screamed from every red stone. Despite being host to a number of rulers and numerous brutal attacks, the fort is still remained quite intact. As I entered the fort gate I was swamped by a crowd of guides desperate to score a group of tourists, but luckily for us it went the other way round. We scored an excellent guide. He walked us through every corner of the fort unfolding the architectural intricacies and thoughtful details of the fortress.  Here’s a walk-through of the fort through my pictures.

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Wood work…

View From the Ledge

Out of the mud two strangers came
And caught me splitting wood in the yard,
And one of them put me off my aim
By hailing cheerily “Hit them hard!”

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.

Nothing on either side was said.
They knew they had but to stay their stay
And all their logic would fill my head:
As that I had no right to play
With what was another man’s work for gain.
My right might be love but theirs was need.

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La Cloche Mountains

Ken Bennison's Photography

Like strokes of a Painter’s brush

A swath of color here

A dash of color there

The mountains come alive

In the early morning light

The surface of the lake

Awash in reflective color

Of the surrounding hills

A touch of mist

On the far shoreline

Fallen leaves drifting aimlessly

Before the morning breeze

As the sun emerges

Over the eastern horizon

Splashing its golden glow

On the emerging mountains

From the shadows of night

A far rocky point is awash

With tentacles of sunlight

The sun now reaching

The depths of the shoreline

The trees alive with morning light

A small pine tree

Alone on a near point

Glowing from the sunlight

Like a warning beacon

To attract passing canoeists

Thus concludes a wonderful

Fall morning to be found

Amongst the La Cloche Mountains

The above photo captured what is a common site in the La Cloche Mountain Range

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