Saturday, February 9, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
Munaiady, Point Pedro, Sri Lanka.
Munaiady, Point-Pedro. |
A partially renovated building. |
Light-house, Point-Pedro. |
Video:-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IwotoZ0fl0&list=UU1dqepitfAJwrQWLD-gZ3NA&index=8
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Manalkaadu to Puloly, Point-Pedro, Sri Lanka.
Paddy field near Manalkaadu. |
Government Hospital, Manthkai. |
On the Puloly road. |
Traffic is not hectic and the usual sights of a road meet the visitor.
Video:-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7gDB19Zzg8
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
Bird life among the sand dunes of Manalkaadu, Point-Pedro, Sri Lanka.
A fresh-water collection among the sand dunes. |
An Open-Bill contemplating the camera-man. |
Collections of birds feeding in a pond. |
Time has stood still among these shifting sands. The birds in their variety come to feed, build their nests and breed. They raise up their young and depart. They are the wanderers but return home every year. What a contrast they are to humans, ever in search of better pastures. The latter hardly seem to realize that your home is where your heart is.
To watch a video of some bird life click on the web-link below:-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ben1xU2fU-A
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Manalkaadu, Point-Pedro, effects of the Tsunami.
Abandoned house and well. |
Effects of the Tsunami on a prosperous house near the sea-shore. |
New houses and settlements two Kilometers from the shore. |
The cemetery where the dead of the Tsunami were buried. |
‘Home
was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces,
Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child.
Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland;
Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild.
Now, when day dawns on the brow of the moorland,
Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold.
Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed,
The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old’.
Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child.
Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland;
Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild.
Now, when day dawns on the brow of the moorland,
Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold.
Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed,
The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old’.
‘Home No More Home To Me, Whither Must I Wander?’
by Robert Louis Stevenson
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