Two Days in the Wetlands of Keoladeo

There is an old, unmistakable rhythm to Keoladeo National Park in November. The air carries the first crisp edge of winter, the morning mist hangs low over the hyacinth-choked waters, and the canopy vibrates with a cacophony of incoming winter migrants. On November 17th and 18th, 2025, I found myself back in Bharatpur, tracking the light across these historic wetlands. Here is a visual diary of those forty-eight hours behind the lens.

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