Travels through Gujarat and Rajasthan. A transformative, magical journey.
“The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.” Saint Augustine Discovery Bay, Jamaica: I share the photo of Jamaica because it was this trip that forced me to get my passport, taking me off the single page and thrusting me out into the world. … More Signs
I’m sitting in the middle of a Dharma and Yoga Event in Orlando, Florida. It is clearly a Hindu festival as evidenced by the sea of brown faces, lilting accents and ambiguous head bobs. I am in heaven. My companion, the other white girl, is scheduled to teach a half hour yoga class and she … More Chai on the Rooftop
Today I am wandering through the catacombs of my brain, aided in part by my fickle lover, caffeine, who always stimulates fascinating, albeit rapid, conversation between the Gemini twins within me. At present, two thoughts are jockeying for position. Really two sides of the same coin. The first: Why, how and when did our society … More Trust the Process
Before we even step into the Monkey Temple I spy this tree. To me it seems to have some significance. I don’t know what it is. The brightly colored offerings under it seem important, but they could also just be laundry. At this point in the trip I had been there just long enough to read … More Magical Tree
It continued to surprise me what a spectacle we were in this country. This little girl stopped next to our bus on her way home from school just to check us out and get her picture taken. Here fear is replaced with curiosity. Nice lesson.
Some of my favorite shots are the drive-bys. They are not always the sharpest, but I’m always happily surprised when what I saw is what I get. For some reason, this gentleman standing sentry outside this seemingly abandoned building intrigued me. I also really like the juxtaposition of the finely decorated doors and marble steps against … More Sentry
On our way to the Monkey Temple this fellow was taking in the fresh air. When they say a picture says a thousand words, this must be the guy they’re talking about. How many fabulous stories must he have? I feel like each piece of his clothing has meaning. The color of his turban, the … More Tell Me Your Story
In Rajasthan in January it is chilly in the mornings, warming up beautifully to the mid 70s. I appreciated this woman’s fashion sense. She wasn’t going to let a little chill keep her from wearing her matching flip flops and jangly anklets.
In a shop not much bigger than a closet two young men work at beading a sari.
Sometimes it’s just helpful to have a good set of wheels … and a little push.
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