Celestial Bodies And Street Scenes

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BUTTER LAMPS BURN INSIDE A TEMPLE

She moved with a grace that can only be of paradise; her beauty and poise far beyond that of a mortal. The movement of her almond eyes alone, dark and yet clear like crystal pools, was of a nature so divine that anyone blessed enough to see her could be in no doubt that if indeed she were temporal then this was to be here final incarnation. I was surely watching a bodhisattva dance her swan song before nirvana..

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HINDU CARVINGS IN AN ANCIENT TEMPLE

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PROOF IF NEEDED THAT SILICON IS NOT NEW

The divine dancer is, so I am told told, famed throughout India. She is so mesmerising that I have no reason to doubt this; and yet she was performing exclusively for my my group and I courtesy of the wonderful family run guesthouse aptly named Tranquil Nest. The climb to get there from the plains outside of the southern Indian city of Madurai had taken us along a narrow winding road wending its way through vegetation that changed as the altitude increased. Scrub plain interspersed with verdant green palm plantations spread out into the distance flanked by the hills of the valley wall. Bellow us odd random hills stood in ones and twos scattered around the otherwise billiard table flat land bringing me to the conclusion that my mother had been right, I should have paid more attention at school, that way I may have been able to answer my own question, what caused them to be there?

As we climb the temperature becomes cooler and kinder and scrub land gives way to a thicker forest fragrant with eucalyptus. We climbed on into the realm of coffee plantations as the sun lowers in the sky and the harsh tropical light quickly gives way to the golden glow and extending shadows of early evening. The chirping of birds and hooting call of monkeys in the forest is from time to time be shattered by the blaring of a horn as a truck heavily ladened with coffee plantation workers waving and shouting greetings thunders past.

The roads are at times perfectly surfaced. At times they are not. For the lion’s share of the time we rise and fall along tracks little more than single lane and with a motoring population of old Ambassador cars and Royal Enfield motorcycles thud thud thudding along with big single cylinder engines firing once a fortnight it is easy to drift of and imagine what England’s byways would have been like in a bygone era.

I shall leave you for now with a few street scenes.

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NIGHT TRAIN

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AN AUTO RICKSHAW WITH A CLASSIC HORN

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ONIONS SHAMPOO AND WASHING POWDER. ONE STOP, ALL YOU NEED

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STREET VENDOR

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CHAI

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6 thoughts on “Celestial Bodies And Street Scenes

  1. Hi David

    Love the photos of the people, especially the last two with men crossing their legs. One always get the impression that these people can fold up or ‘flat-pack’. No wonde they aspire something similar to silicon implants and botox. Funny!

    Etienne

  2. Hello Etienne

    Yes, I think that the two chaps drinking tea are great, I not only the way they are sitting but also their colour coordinated clothing.

    • I like that picture as well. the poses, the emotion in their eyes,the colors of the clothes, even the colors of the stools, what a match! and what a catch!

      • Thanks Echo, seems this is a popular image, maybe these two should consider a modelling career.
        I hope that all is going well in CR

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