Abstract: it’s all about perspective, isn’t it?
Riding the boat in the backwaters of Kerala (India) among the mangroves leading to the Golden Beach of Varkala, the images on the water surface disturbed by the ripples seemed more fascinating than the objects that it reflected.
My response to Cee’s B&W Photo Challenge – anything that starts with the letter ‘S’
Sea, sand, sky at Kerala’s Golden Beach, Varkala (India)
S is for ….. Sea
S is for …… Sand
S is for ……. Sky
S is for …….. (wish i could say ‘Ship’ but it’s a boat!!)
Roses, marigolds, crape jasmine and daisies with camphor cubes, incense sticks and cotton ropes soaked in oil: all set to be offered to Ganga @Rs.20, Haridwar, India
‘Don’t send me flowers when I am dead. If you like me, send them while I am alive’ – Brian Clough
‘what sunshine is to a flower, smiles are to humanity’ – Joseph Adison
‘to me, flowers are happiness’ – Stefano Gabbana
‘if your heart is a volcano, how shall u expect flowers to bloom?’ – Khalil Gibran
‘Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them’ – A.A. Milne
My second post from my Mashoodpur visit. As I mentioned in my first post, I had accompanied a friend to this rather large urban village of Delhi. As part of her own research, Supriya Singh is studying the available water resources and access to water in the village. As we walked down in the interiors of the village, we were welcomed by two ladies to drop by. Their house was a one-storeyed structure surrounded by three-or-so storeyed buildings from three sides with the one remaining side opening out to a small path that serves as an artery between the congested houses. On the roof of the house, I came across several items that were of little or no use value. In this corner is a pile of earthen pots which, I presume can still be used but is not of much use. Perhaps, a similar fate is that of the spindle on the side. The water cooler stand has perhaps been not of use this summer as it stands in the sunny roof.
graffiti @ Rishikesh
This must probably be my fifth or sixth visit to the little town. Caught sight of this big-eyed happy tomato trying to eat spaghetti on the walls of Rishikesh not far from the Laxman Jhulla. It was a sunny day and the sunny colours of the graffiti echoed it. The graffiti is signed ‘Bianca Wolff, Australia, EW 15’. Someone sure left her mark!
A Gateway to the Golden Temple overlooking Amrit Sarovar
It was ten at night and the Guru Granth Sahib had been taken to rest for the night but the place was still buzzing with life. Devotees were resting or doing voluntary services – cleaning, scrubbing, dusting, sweeping, mopping. The gateways do not have gates and welcome all people at any point of time.