The lotus flower is rich in symbolism. It’s stalk is anchored in the mud and while it will bend it is nearly impossible to break. The petals are coated in a wax-like substance that keeps the flower from ever getting wet. When its three day life is over it drops its petals one at a … More Lotus
One thing a city mouse must become accustomed to India is the presence of so many animals roaming about untethered. This particular gent is more pet than livestock. His name is Fighter. A moniker he earned in his early days when he and the resident dog were jockeying for alpha position. They’ve long forgotten those … More They Call Me Fighter
Sometimes you just stumble upon magic. It’s everywhere if you stay present. Taken at Rann Riders in Dasada, Gujarat, India.
I love vultures. This sentiment is usually met with the look on the face of someone who’s just smelled something very unpleasant. But allow me explain. My affinity for these birds has nothing to do with their cuddly nature but rather an appreciation for the efficiency of the work they were sent here to do. They … More Clean up
In the middle of the Ocala National Forest on beautiful Lake Kerr lives a fairy tale goose we know as George. Also located on Lake Kerr is the Amrit Yoga Institute and the fine folks of this home away from home for me named this handsome fella. At least we think it’s a fella. None … More George
As we walked into the parking lot of our home of 2 days we encountered an impromptu marketplace. The dancers from the previous night had spread blankets of jewelry and sparkly items in a large, neat circle. A net to catch us. And it did. While perusing the different blankets I came upon this mother and child and was taken … More Evil Eye
The morning after the dance we found the performers had stayed nearby, likely in tents on the property out front. We were in a very secluded, rural part of India where pitching a tent or unrolling a blanket for sleep did not seem odd. In fact, the longer I was in India the more nothing really seemed out … More Morning After
They know the drill.
This little girl was so poised and so centered as she watched her sisters and mother along with other girls and women dance. It was difficult for me to keep my attention on the dancers with this little being of light close by.
While we knew they would be asking for money after their performance, we had no idea how important it was to them to see their own image on the camera.
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