In the golden twilight hour, that evening, I could see the brown back of the elephant, as he slowly walked and reached the tree, lifted his trunk as high as possible, was unable to reach the branch, he worked harder and lifted it further to the highest possible point, didn’t get to the branch. He got back, got ready and lifted it again and jumped, this time he got hold on to the branch, and then he started feeding. As slowly as he had moved here, he moved back towards the forest... I could sense the movement of the leaves.
|Photo Location:||Palakkad, India|
|Copyright:||© Aneesh Sankarankutty|