Author’s notes: The recommended soundtrack is Escala’s “Requiem for a Tower”, which is a reorchestrated version of “Lux Aeterna” from the film, Requiem for a Dream. This poem, Requiem for a Throne, draws from the Requiem Mass. I took the photos in a glass tower on October 14. Thank you for visiting.
Hello everyone, I invited Trablogger of Pho|Trablogger, in couch surfing tradition, to guest post excerpts of a photo essay of his journey, by train, from Bangalore to Mumbai. You can find the full story, with lots of people watching photos, on his blog, Pho|Trablogger.
The foggy ones were captured near Lonavala.
It was such a beautiful morning for anyone to start a journey.
Things were happening quite normally all around and I started my S10 journey that morning. But I got bored of doing nothing.
While others had gadgets, I had my camera and I started observing people.
I found interesting things to capture. I found legs all around in that crowd. But no one cared about them.
Then someone said ‘check out hands too’ and I saw one untangling something.
Out of these contrasts, within a small space, someone said, “everything is going to be alright.”
With that assurance, my S10 journey continued through the beautiful and surreal landscapes of India…
…with lush greenery all around.
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Foggy ones, near Lonavala x Trablogger “Let’s go for a photo walk”
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My palate does not have many boundaries. Like most of you, I love tasting food from around the world. While waiting for my meal, I made a list of obvious boundaries. My first thought was that they protect us. When I noticed the ceiling, I realised I was sitting in the story.
(ii) Beer translates well across borders.
My friend popped over to say hello. I know that some readers like beer, so I asked for a photo, keeping her face out of frame. Privacy rights are conceptual boundaries that are sometimes crossed when photos are shared. My friend liked this photo and gave me permission to share it.
(iii) Cheese bibinba in a hot stone bowl.
My meal arrived and I steadied the edge of the heated stone bowl. I mixed the toppings with the brown rice underneath to cook up a taste sensation. You can just see the cheese melting.
(iv) Stone bowl.
Later, I had some Korean pancake made with mochi rice. The edges were nice and crisp.
(v) Korean pancake.
I hope you can enjoy some crispy, edgy food this week. Until next time, be well.
Rapturous applause struck my ears like thunder. The hunter/tyrant drank it up like a greedy crone feasting on the soup of her lover’s bones. She was all, “come hither”. She had not done any work, but there she was, rebranding herself as an artista. As I went to challenge her, she tousled her hair. She let the strap of her camisole drip lazily off her right shoulder. In that wilfully helpless way, she contrived to divest every man of self-doubt.
I wanted to denounce the pantomime but you should have seen the men. One handsome youth in his fifties raced away from a tequila sunrise. His younger buddy abandoned an espresso on a wet, wooden deck. A third party smacked his face on a utility room shelf while sneakily texting her in the dark.
Eyeing a Sharpie in my purse, I thought about defacing the screen of her android device. Something like, “Sit down, xoxo. You are a fraud.”