The first phrase that came to my mind was ' fading memory'.
You visit a place or a landscape and you remember it completely for a while: the color of soil, trees on the horizon, grass everywhere, and shapes of cloud above. Over time you lose the 'definition' of it and it gets vague and vaguer over the years in your mind. When you try to access the scene much later, it's not these minute details that are held in the memory but just a hazy painting of it. A dream of a far place in the past.
Somewhere I read whenever we try to remember a thing we are actually accessing the last time we thought about it and continuous erosion of the details that happens hence. Maybe such is the nature of memory.
To me, this works as a reminder of when I saw blackbucks in grasslands for the first time on a winter morning more than a decade ago. I don't remember how many of them were there and the species of trees anymore. It's a dreamland in my mind and this image because of its lack of definition in elements but also through its atmospheric feel transports me back quickly there, maybe more richly and effectively than a picture of proper resolution that I have taken that day.
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Vageesha A R
