That slimy creature was destroying my mom`s plants from within, eating up their roots.The gardener picked it up on his spade and brought it straight away to me.
Photographing this sticky creature on the ground would have been difficult, so I dropped it on "Sunday Times" and strted clicking.
It slipped of the paper again and again but I somehow managed to keep the folded newspaper beneath it steady with one hand whereas focussing the camera with the other.
Took around 50-60 snaps only to land with a handful of properly focussed pictures during post-processing.
It was very irritating and difficult to lock focus on this continuously moving creature, but then only hardwork pays off!!
Snail moving up & down as I continue rolling the newspaper
Slimy snail looking for alternative route..
The snail he lives in his hard round house,
In the orchard, under the tree:
Says he, "I have but a single room;
But it's large enough for me."
The snail in his little house doth dwell
All the week from end to end,
You're at home, Master Snail; that's all very well.
But you never receive a friend.
The snail pushes through a green
night, for the grass is heavy
with water and meets over
the bright path he makes, where rain
has darkened the earth's dark. He
moves in a wood of desire,
pale antlers barely stirring
as he hunts. I cannot tell
what power is at work, drenched there
with purpose, knowing nothing.
What is a snail's fury? All
I think is that if later
I parted the blades above
the tunnel and saw the thin
trail of broken white across
litter, I would never have
imagined the slow passion
to that deliberate progress.
night, for the grass is heavy
with water and meets over
the bright path he makes, where rain
has darkened the earth's dark. He
moves in a wood of desire,
pale antlers barely stirring
as he hunts. I cannot tell
what power is at work, drenched there
with purpose, knowing nothing.
What is a snail's fury? All
I think is that if later
I parted the blades above
the tunnel and saw the thin
trail of broken white across
litter, I would never have
imagined the slow passion
to that deliberate progress.