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One Year Later

May 20th, 2011

I know it’s been a bit light of late, but well… Today marks the second of two very special first anniversaries this week.

On the 20th of May 2010, along with a small group of friends, I hit Fisterra (or Finisterre). My Camino was over. My 900km trek – spanning 36 days of walking and totaling some 39 days – had come to a close.

On the 16th of May 2010, my 33rd day of walking, I entered Santiago de Compostella.

So this week I’ve been remembering so many of my wonderful experiences on the Camino and thinking of the family I made along the way. Not that a day has gone by without my thinking of the people who made it so magical.

Above, our Camino Family. Or a small part of it, at any rate.

There are many ways to enter Santiago. You can enter it on horseback, shortly after dawn:

You can enter it by bike, like these three matching ladies and their matching bikes here:

Or you could enter it on foot, which is what I did.

However you enter the city, you will be overcome with emotion. You will stop, in awe or shock or both, in the square in front of the cathedral. Perhaps you will stand in silence. Perhaps you will cry, because you can’t believe it’s over and because it is.

However after those first few moments pass, and you start meeting up with people you’ve met on the Camino, they will make way for joy.

On the 18th of May I departed Santiago and began my Camino to Finisterre. I was lucky. I walked with friends. That first night, I came across this entry written by a friend in a diary at an albergue in the town of Negreira. Brought tears to my eyes.

In the distance to the left is Cape Finisterre. The End of the World:

Our little family of pilgrims made their way to our agreed meeting point at the cliffs at the end of the cape, where we prepared for sunset.

After the sun had set, we set fire to the wooden dummy, dressed up as a pilgrim in clothes abandoned by pilgrims. We each tossed something into the fire. A symbol of our lack of attachment to material things, or of a promise to abandon a habit… As many reasons as there were people.

We have all since scattered to the four corners of the globe. And though I am quite bad at staying in touch, I have not forgotten. I miss you all.

Tonight I will be thankful, and I will celebrate.

More coming soon!

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Derelicts

August 26th, 2010

Below are three shots taken within the space of an hour in Paris earlier this year. It’s a mini-photo essay of sorts, the aim of which was to photograph a number of items left discarded on the streets within a short period of time.

The above shot was taken on the Champs Elysees.

More coming soon!

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Nice in the Sun

August 9th, 2010

Back in early April, I had the opportunity to walk around Nice, France for a few hours.

It was my first visit there since I was a child. I was lucky with the weather. The heavy rain of the previous days had made way for a day of sun. Although the sun did little to warm up the cold air, a goodly number of people were out by the beach enjoying the sun’s rays.

Here is a selection of shots from my walk along the beach.

More coming soon!

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Bangalore – Slices of Life – Part IV

December 30th, 2009

This is the final instalment in my series of shots of life on the streets of Bangalore as seen through my lens in the short time I visited it. You can check out the preceding instalments here: Part I, Part II and Part III.

This bike was seen on a side street off Commercial Street, propped up against a wall and left to its own devices:

Bangalore Bike

Cubbon Park is a beautiful, sprawling, varied and very peaceful place. Perfect for getting away from the hustle and noise of the big city. Everything seems hushed there and life seems to slow down to a more manageable pace.

Perhaps that’s why some sections of the park are lovers’ lanes. Everywhere you’d look, couples would be lying side by side in the sun, or sitting in the shade of whispering trees, enjoying each others company.

Lovers' Lane

While some relaxed in the park, others seemed to rely on it for their livelihood. Such as this group below which were collecting and bundling logs, possibly for resale:

Bundling

You can see portraits of some of the group here and here.

Below is a dragonfly seen outside the ISCON temple. The little park on the temple grounds were home to many dragonflies, which zipped haphazardly about their business over and through the throngs of faithful and the tourists who went about theirs.

Dragon? Fly!

Below is the view from the doorway to a lawyer’s office. Seen in a building on Brigade Street.

Law Books

This is a shot of the waiting area to the office of a palm reader and fortune teller. Seen in that same building on Brigade Street.

The Waiting Room

On the wall hang three religious icons. Interestingly each references a different religion Hinduism, Christianity and Islam. For some reason, Buddhism seems to have been neglected…

Tolerance

I promised you a story regarding an angry fortune teller. So here it is. I’d followed a friend of mine, who wanted her palm read, up to the fortune teller’s. Before he began his session, I asked him if he’d allow me to take a few pictures. he allowed me to, but asked that I only take the waiting area and not shots of him or the rest of his office. So far so good. He seemed agreeable enough to start with. But his attitude quickly veered. I wish I knew why he took an instant dislike to me. But I’m getting ahead of myself here.

So, I took out my camera and flash, and took a test shot and 2 others (the ones you see up top) before he there was a flare of schoolmasterly anger and he sternly demanded that I take no more pictures and it was implied that he’d prefer it if I took my business elsewhere. So I went off for a wander.

The fortune teller’s offices were on the top floor of a building. The single corridor on that floor opened onto a rooftop terrace. I had barely stepped out into the sunlight to see if I could find an interesting subject or angle for a shot, when I hear our friend the fortune teller waxing forcefully about how no-one was allowed out onto the roof by order of the management of the building. He berated me and demanded that I come back inside. His tone was quite unnecessarily gruff – he could have just explained things nicely but I didn’t wish to make a fuss and so acquiesced without comment.

Shortly afterwards, I left the building to go for a walk. On my return, I met the building’s caretaker in the elevator. She was kind enough to grant me unrestricted access to the roof. Armed with such permission, out I went. I managed to take a shot or two at one end of the roof and no sooner had I crossed to the other side than our old friend the fortune teller became practically apoplexic. I tried to explain to him that I’d gotten express permission from the caretaker but he would hear nothing of it. Instead, he continued to rail at me. He even threatened to have me sued by the building’s owner whom he claimed was a lawyer. Seeing as he was still reading my friend’s palm, I decided it was best not to respond and took my business elsewhere, permanently…

Here is a book shop, if one can call it that, set up on a flight of stairs and against an alley wall off one of the main commercial streets in Bangalore. I passed it twice – on two separate days. The first day, I took the first shot, but the book seller objected and I quickly moved on. The second day, I joked a bit with him and eventually, although he declined my invitation for a proper portrait of himself, he allowed me to take a picture of his setup.

I Am Not

I find it interesting that on the wall above the book seller in the shot above appears a graffiti declaring: I am not a criminal. I wonder who wrote it, and why.

Bookman's Alley

It was serendipitous that this police officer wandered down the alley in the shaft of light, just as I took my shot. I feel it brought the picture together and gave it added depth.

In closing, I leave you in this last post of 2009 with this shot of a beautiful little shrine to Ganesh. Ganesh, or Ganesha, is among the most popular gods from among the Hindu Pantheon. It’s easy to see why. He is typically portrayed as good humoured and he stands for wisdom, learning and as remover of obstacles both physical and spiritual.

Ganesh

Seen on the dashboard of one of the cars which took my friends and I around Bangalore.

One last note – I unfortunately didn’t have the time to include all the pertinent information relating to the gear and settings I used to make the shots above. I’ll be aiming to add them subsequently and very soon. Do check again later! Also, do to heavy workload, and a sporadic internet connection, the next post may be a little delayed. I’ll be posting as soon as am able to!

Happy New Year to one and all! Here’s wishing you a new year filled with good humour, occasions for joy, the good company of family and friends, success in your endeavours, peace and comfort in your private lives, faith and wisdom in the face of adversity, and may you overcome all obstacles with gentle ease.

See you in 2010!

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A Walk in Baabdat

August 23rd, 2009

Grapes

One relatively cool afternoon, I decided to take a walk around the neighbourhood in Baabdat.

I figured a short walk would help clear my thoughts. What better company to have on a walk but my trusty camera?

So here are a few shots from that walk for your viewing pleasure.

Cycles

The Cosy House

The WindowThe DoorCac-toesBlair Witch CellarThe GrillFlags! Rusty Screw

This lovely lady stopped me as I was wandering aimlessly to ask if I was looking for someone and if she could help. When I explained I was simply wandering around looking for things to shoot, she exclaimed: “Walaw! Shoot me!” She proved a brilliant subject, with such a beautiful and expressive face and a lively sparkle to her. Afterwards, she insisted I attend at her family home for a coffee and a snack. The Lebanese will often surprise you with their warmth and kindness.

Kind Eyes

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