I cannot, with images, do justice to this part of the trip. The road to Agra, India, should have been a fairly manageable 4 or 5 hour drive from Delhi. We left around 8:30pm and should have gotten there no later than 1am. No problem, right? At 8:30am we arrived in Agra the next morning.
…coming down from a dream. Blowing away the clouds and seeing, once again, what cannot be. Take your time with these photos, my friend. It took many of us a moment to really grasp what we were seeing. No, I’m not talking about the dinosaur coming over the hillside on the right of the frame…
The conventional world view says that something different from yourself should be feared. It happens with race… but I’ve been in places in Africa with children who have never seen a white man before and they seem to have no concept of it. It happens with religion… Christians who have never spoken to an Islamic
I’m going to continue the dream motif here. Because the level off surreality is off the charts. However, this also will mean absurd amounts of photographs – last time was 50-something, this time in the high-40’s. I’m keeping the posts to one day at a time. The images you saw yesterday were from May 24.
Fair warning: this is a rather large post, very photo-heavy. There’s 50-something images ahead. You may want to just load up the page and come back when its done. When you’re bouncing around like this, its hard not to feel as if the rabbit hole never ends. Above, this was the view out my window
Heads up, this is almost exclusively a post about people. Maybe I should clarify: this whole little trip is about people. Its about connecting with people on a common level. If billions of people around the world wore a green shirt on Tuesday, then you really should go wear a green shirt on Tuesday and
If you were not aware, I am in India for a university sponsored study on the anthropology of tea. The mission is to know tea, learn how it is made, what makes it good, and a little bit about the people who make it happen… and drink it the most. So, how does it happen?
India. Delhi, India. Brace yourself. And you internet connection… many a photo ahead. Just a little assortment of images from our day in the streets of Delhi. All typical images. I would go as far as to say 99% of photography is just going there. Because its really hard to make that image if you