Cups of creamy fresh yoghurt, served in earthen ware cups and deep fried chilli stuffed with cottage cheese and other things that I’m not able to remember added to the monkeys in the tree above us stealing bananas from the vendor. In the mean time, the traffic passed us by in it’s alarming constant stream punctuated by the sound off a hundred horns.
It’s the beauty, the detail, the patterns and the history we all need to see.
I just have time for a short blog today, and these images were from a trip to Dilli Haat craft market in Delhi two days ago. I go there each year and its a good way to see products from all over India in one place. Sure, its a little commercial, but I enjoy the experience and I often buy a small piece of precious fabric. However, this art piece is 10 foot X 4 ft six inches, and now it’s mine. It’s hand embroidered Kantha on silk.
I opted to walk back to the hotel knowing that it was going to be a little bit of an army manoeuvre trying to cross the busy roads. With google maps on my phone, it guided me past food vendors on the pavements, groups of people with entitlement to their small patch of path. I congratulated myself at each of the 6 crossings I completed on the crazy traffic hugging roads.
Preparing for all eventualities in travel is really important. I know I take too many things sometimes, but most of the time I’m very thankful for my forethought.
There is a careful selection process and it takes me several weeks to pack correctly. I have to live out of a case for months.
Our travel companions will be exposed to the beauty, the day to day workings and sometimes, the sheer luxury of India. For me, the excitement of my trips is waking the senses and being challenged. I enjoy exploring and capturing what some would say is the mundane with my camera. So we will source our tools to work with in the markets of Old Delhi.
The alarm rang at 5.30am and shocked me into reality. I stretched my legs, were they still hurting from walking for hours on that hard cement floor the previous day. That darn floor always jumps up and grabs me. “No, they are still attached” I mumbled so I figured I’d made it through to today. A little numb from sleep saturation, I dressed hurriedly. The clothes were ironed and hanging from the wardrobe door, (even down to the compulsory scarf) in anticipation of an early start. Lisa had woken through the night and had written a list of things we needed to take with us for the day and I had made a mental note, so we both sanctimoniously congratulated ourselves on our organisational skills (that later fell in a heap) The 12 mile drive to the city of Alamogordo was accompanied by Mozart, the sun tipped the mountains to the right and the sky was mellow and the shadows long. We picked up Ricky and headed to the Old water tower in the centre …
Preparation for travel is always part of the excitement of taking a journey. I personally prepare my cases after unpacking the last trip. Clean them, wash the covers and the pods you store your clothes in and put them back in the case in preparation for the following trip. Whoops but this time I can’t find my big old green case weigher…. or whatever you call it. I’ve had it for about 12 years…but somehow it has not been put back in the right place after my last return (which by the way was only 4 weeks ago) Packing the cases, means extending the imagination as you do so. What to wear on each occasion, and then maybe a few spare interesting outfits, but at least I won’t need winter clothes this time, it’s going to be hot, hot, hot, just as I like it. On this trip I’ll even get a little down time with friends and for me that means shorts and T’s, and no responsibilities for a few days at least. …
Plant creative seeds to capture tomorrow. from Iampamholland on Vimeo.
I finished this small sample completely today by adding strips of Kantha to the border, well actually as the border… now it goes into the class demonstration file.