We tend to treat bright tropical sunlight as an actinic agent that deteriorates and damages structures. And indeed it does. Everything from medicine tablets and liquids, to beach-chairs, wine and of course us, wrinkling under the Sun, are damaged by it.
But on occasion sunlight can create poetry - and purity - as witness the remnants of this crustacean carapace bleached into a beautiful eburnean white by the relentless sun, giving the dead beast a second resurrection as it were, it exhibiting far greater alabaster beauty in death than it did in life, beautifully coloured though it was even in life.
Northern bank of the Gosthani river confluence. May 10, 2010, Bheemili, Andhra Pradesh..



















