Enchanting Thane Creek - Part-1


The Thane Creek, which separate two seas of humanity known as Mumbai and Thane, and is situated near my current pigeon hole in one of them, has always been my favorite place for refreshing morning walks. On some of my ventures out there, I trailed off from the set path and sheepishly crossed the borders between 'civilization' and 'enchantment'.

Every visit offers some new spectacles. It is really something to witness the otherwise same sunrise unfolding differently everyday on these patches. One can also see the sign of struggle between 'us' and 'them' (We muggles against the magical community of nature). 
Our arrogance vs their resolve.
Our killing attitude vs their survival.
Our encroachments vs their powerless defenses.
Our  Complications vs their simplicity.

This photo-log is to document one of many such encounters, which I felt while in the area, always wondering 'How much of it will still be there on my next visit?'

This is the address of tranquility, nothingness and pure bliss.


This is the path that leads towards my small piece of heaven in the middle of concrete.


These ambassador of jungle kingdom can be found hanging here and there, looking for a curious onlooker to be trapped in their web.



 A lovely morning to soak in the Sun before start of a grueling day:
This Intermediate Egret, Little Egret and Common Sandpiper can be found all around the area. 


 

This is not only my piece of green. Many other have also found it and are making full use of it.


Sometimes I wonder what they might be thinking soaring so high up there

 
This curious fella was unconcerned until he looked at me and scampered towards his own safe heaven.
Mongoose on the loose.



These little playful friends were very difficult to capture.
Oriental Magpie Robin (female), Long Tailed Shrike and Asian Pied Starling.



Scores of colorful wild flowers can be found


This Indian Cormorant drying himself off after a dip for food, is a common sight in the area.

 We have a curious way of showing our faith in our Gods.



 One of numerous butterflies around. A black beauty in the sea of green


  The pure beauty inside out


 Another common butterfly basking in the green

 
  This is our partying gift to the nature



This is where I signed off from my little escape after making a promise. I'll be mindful of the porous boundary between our unorganized world and the fragile forces beyond.

See you on the other side of this week.
Location: Navi Mumbai, Maharashtra, India

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