My job takes me mostly to cities, but wherever I am, I want a sense of the natural landscape. In Delhi without a car, that meant a quick hike on the Delhi ridge, an extension of the Aravalli range that defines the western edge of the city.
It was early March, technically spring in the northern hemisphere, where Delhi technically lies. A few trees were beginning to leaf out, but most looked like they were dry-deciduous, with no plans to move a muscle until the next raindrop hits in July. The overall effect was barren --
-- but it meant that small gestures of spring had the force of eruptions --
-- though arresting details were often more autumnal than vernal.
The other dramatic eruption, so abrupt as to seem tedious, was the fierce red-orange blossoming of "flame of the forest" (Butea monosperma). Wikipedia has a pic, but my photos of it are unpresentable; they all make it look like a tourist attraction.
What do I mean by that? These blossoms drew the eye away from their own environment. I'm more interested in natural forms that draw me the other way.