They asked me how I knewMy true love was true
Oh, I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied
They said someday you'll find
All who love are blind
Oh, when your heart's on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes
So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away
I am without my love
Now laughing friends deride
Tears I can not hide
Oh, so I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes
- Platters 1958
Originally written in 1933 for the musical Roberta, starring Bob Hope. The lyrics were written by Otto Harbach and the music by Jerome Kern.
Moisture from the tea leaves on the withering troughs in Ilam Chiyabari "smokes" my lens.
This photograph was taken from the tea withering room looking down at the tea receiving, weighing and transporting area. You can just about make out the tea leaves waiting to be carried by the conveyor to the withering room.
Moisture from the tea leaves on the withering troughs in Ilam Chiyabari "smokes" my lens.
This photograph was taken from the tea withering room looking down at the tea receiving, weighing and transporting area. You can just about make out the tea leaves waiting to be carried by the conveyor to the withering room.
Lovely picture and interesting song association. Makes for a really educative post as well.
ReplyDeleteI almost deleted that photograph!
ReplyDeleteSong is dedicated to all those who have been hurt in love.
Till I took this picture I had not realised how much moisture was being generated by all the tea leaves. No wonder cutting trees and denuding the hills has the effect of reducing rainfall. If just a few thousand kilograms of tea leaves could transpire so much, imagine a whole forest of trees and undergrowth. This aspect was educative for me too.