“The day lies so still Long grasses of a summer passed don’t nod to acknowledge the season Winter’s rest before autumn’s fall complete An air replete with hue’s and calls as keen birds feast And starlings gather atop the ash black leaves that chatter To motion bare branches still.”
Miles Richardson, A Blackbird’s Year
The morning breeze upon first entering Ranthambhore’s portals rushes past you, imparting a physical sensation of refreshment. It also shakes you into wakefulness, sharpening the senses to a degree you have not realised until you begin to pick the sounds of the forest with surprising diligence. Ranthambhore in winter is a time of change; the hues of the hillsides, the luminosity of the light above the tree line and the darker, the animals in their winter morphs full of vitality, all make for an exhibition of the park at its finest.
This week we bring you a selection of some images that define Ranthambhore in winter-time.