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.
Down cobblestone streets full of color and noise. The temperature is in the high 70’s and the air is clean. The streets are full of people, I’m sad to see so many children working on the street selling things. My Pollyanna persona hopes that they go to school later or earlier in the day. Many women still wear traditional dress, and the color combination is astounding. I learn so much about color from just observing. There is often music in the air and the smell of coffee emanating from the little boutique shops is tantalizing. That said I’m not diminishing the fact that the wages are very low here and for many people life is hard. I hope you don’t mind my perspective of what I see. Just walking, fountains and feathers. The beautiful Chicken buses. The local market. Huipils. A huge warehouse full of surprises. I visit it every day to see what new goodies have arrived from the countryside. And then there are the churches.
Adelaide, South Australia, has been my home city for the past 60 years and it still retains a colonial direction which has successfully blended with modernism. All over the city are small pockets of the past blended with the flamboyance of the new and I embrace it all with enthusiasm. A few days ago, I took the trusty camera and wandered with friends capturing the ambience of the street. But turn the corner and venture in to Rundle Street, one is transported into the present with a street lined with Restaurants and I presume this door is the gateway to a Nightclub, now silent and a little worse for wear in the daylight hours. Walk the lanes off the main street and there is a riot of colour on the walls
The sounds, the colors, the smells and the variety of goods that you can buy just makes a Textile Artists head spin.
Words and images of a day in a small Mexican village.
I decided just to add the photos of the tools of the artists I have visited. Everything is beautiful, from a bucket of bolts to a piece of metal hanging in a turquoise
wall. I hope these images are an inspiration for you,
I put on another jacket today. One of a tour escort, so this morning was spent going over the paperwork and checking, checking and double checking the paperwork. I was still tired but forced myself to go out and walk… I’m very familiar with this area of Mexico City and it was wonderful to loose myself in the mysteries of a busy Sunday afternoon. I watched ballet on a big screen, wandered through small markets in the park and just observed the throng of people.
I write this in the bus as we drive to the Doha coffee plantation.
8 ladies in the bus.
I’ve been up since 3.30, catching up on paperwork… mainly for the next trip to Mexico. I’m sure that will be another adventure indeed.
I love to capture the light, the textures of a place, the spontaneous images of street photography and the urban wildlife if I can. It certainly makes for an all round expose of the place I visited. The images remain for ever.
Extra seats are added, racks on the roof to carry produce and I saw a goat and trussed sheep up there on one occasion. They whizz around those high mountain roads at break neck speeds. I would love a ride on one but I had a vision of the headlines. “Aussie grandmother meets her demise on a Chicken Bus”
The decorations are very interesting, and they just sparkle, not an ounce of dust on the shiny sides.