I awoke this morning with a question: would my grandmother have tweeted? She passed away before twitter was even a germinating notion and before email was as ubiquitous as it is now. The most prevalent form of social media were … Continue reading
(this one’s been in the hopper for a while, unfinished, because there was always more to add. it’s still not quite where i want it to be, and still unfinished, so i offer you here one part of a multi-part … Continue reading
Birthday. “Another year closer to death!” some comically cruel cards remind the recipient. A way to mark the passing of time. An excuse to gather with friends, family, and loved ones; take time for a nice meal or hike or … Continue reading
The phenomenon that is HONY has inspired numerous photographic spinoffs — among them, (the occasionally quirky captions of) Humans of Paris, (the close-up portraits of) Souls of San Francisco, (the “still finding its groove”) Humans of London, and several more — even … Continue reading
A dry sponge has a limit to how much liquid it can hold, after which point it oozes out more than it soaks up thus rendering it, effectively, no longer worthy of its name: sponge. That moment, just before the … Continue reading
In between shifting geographies — and the rituals of settling and resettling, unpacking and packing, taking inventory and organizing — I find the act of revisiting photographs to open up a soothing, even therapeutic space. The eye focuses on different … Continue reading
The act of seeing the world through a camera lens affords — and some instances demands — a slower pace of looking at and being in the world. Earlier this evening, while searching for a different photograph, I came across … Continue reading
Kerala, a set on Flickr. A sampling of photographs from the journey to the motherland.
The chilly wind whipping outside my window curtly reminds me that I’m squarely back in the grasp of the northern hemisphere, much farther north of the equator than I was just hours earlier. Limited email access and constant moving around … Continue reading
or Fort Palghat, depending on spelling preference.
This is not the India I remember. This is an India that I had heard whispers about, but had no conception of in reality — what does a democratically elected communist state, with large and intersecting populations of Christian, Muslim, … Continue reading