As an amateur photographer he started taking random clicks. The clicks which gasp his attention are captured not only in his digicam but also in his miniscule inquisitive eyes. Those eyes were always wandering for the natural motely moments.
A day early morning he was walking across the green orchards of oranges. His eyes were delving every tree, branch, leave and even sun ray coming from the cavity formed between the heights of trees. The trees were laden with the orangy ornaments. Suddenly puffy smoky clouds started gathering over the yard. The lighting crackled and his ears were rumbled by the thunder. Leaves started rustling in the wind, the hail snapped fragile branches off the trees. He started running as fast as he could. In haste he caught his foot in between the logs and fell hard on ground while holding camera with tight grip. He gathered the strength to get up and made his way to home.
He was shivering as he comforted himself with the hot cup of coffee, his eyes again stuck on camera. He hold it and and press the play button. The snap was jaw-dropping. The image captured the nighty sky on the ground. The half watery snow was shining over the grass, it was sparkling oranges with its melting shine. And yes more can be seen when the wind called the snow to sing in unison over the greenish orangish bed while falling from the sky.
