There are no corners to a ball. There are dabs of colour: warm yellows, dabs of greens and pinks. The comfortable everyday world of a little juice bar can be seen in a round lamp shade. This is a street photo without a street.
The earth baked by the sun until it has cracked is a common sight in the middle of spring in India. It had rained heavily the previous night, but the dense mass of baked plates refused to let the water seep in. There are at least two months to go before the monsoon arrives. I…… Continue reading Baked earth
The holiday season means travel for us. The season of festivals in India begins with the end of the monsoon in September and goes on till the end of November. Towards the end of this period we like to travel. This year we took a short vacation in Lake Inle in Myanmar. Sitting on the…… Continue reading November means a holiday
Camera Lucida’s 13th photo challenge is on Reflections. I think this photo of one of the terra-cotta warriors of Xi’an fits this theme in two ways. The obvious way it fits is that there are several optical reflections. The warrior is visible in reflection. The girl in the foreground who’s looking at it is also…… Continue reading Reflection on Fame