I like to see what we miss or never will see. In Pushkar Morning Bath
After the spoonful of water, her family places loving hands on her to let her know they are there. Her eyes are in another world, She drifts in and out unable to speak. Nirvana at one end of the tunnel and family at the other end. When she passes her family will mourn, but her spirit family will rejoice, because their sister is coming home after cremation in the Gange River in Varanasi in India. Healing Hands
I've been here before with my own mother, Well that's all I could think about. Mothers at the end of the rod before that last breath leaves, and the crystal clear eyes that are some place else will haunt you. To all the mothers' lost, know they are there guiding us all. cheers. India holds many unharnessed stories to connect with. If you have forgotten the good in you, Varanasi India will make you human again. Last Taste of Water
From here she will be cremated and her body wil return to The Ganges. She will reach nirvana and not have to recycle back to earth. It's apart of the Hindu faith. Her son and sister attend her. She was 91. The Last Minutes
Care is given from many programs. This is a one room office. Here everything is done that can be done before sending a patient too critical to a larger hospital. Doctors of India
Here I'm thought to be HIndo. This gets me into some interesting places in towns off the map in India. I came acres a very old town, mostly Muslim. IN towns off the map English is just not spoken. Here you get to see cultures still with old ways with the undertones of religion about the outsiders. India is more than just a portrait picture of someone. India at least is an illustrative visual of how people interact between themselves in towns off the map, where as Television projects a cosmetic illusion of vast class differences. Pondering the Foreigner
Okay part Hindu and part Druid. That's what the water pouring was like for me. It was 94 degrees in a tiny hut not even on the map way past Dudu. Rajasthan Graal
Before the sun, in Rajastain, men wait for morning coffee. Waiting in Civil Twilight
Morning lIght and first for a hair cut be fore the sunrise. Morning LIght
Varnasi, a spiritual town, where life comes to sand and family member grief in respect. Here you get the idea you are are on the sam path until its your turn to meet your spirit guide. Life within the old town
What can I saw. I love these wonderful people. I was offered many coffees and Chai tea. ABout a liter in both. I refused to drink or smoke. A few people with me learning photography the hard way drank. Thank god for Imodium. Some people never learn. Heading to three cities for Holi. Together in Dudu, Rajasthan, India
Early in the morning before the town awakes. A pilgrim heads to the lake for morning prayer Journey Man
Three women enjoy the amusements on the beach and ride the forces that spin around in a circle. HOwever they sat together on the bench and spun around in a circle for a few minutes and enjoyed it. When the Vale Slips
I loved how one man helps the other with stick in hand attached to small bag of supplies. On the Road Again
I enjoyed the culture. and the respect everyone has for each other. Heading East
I wonder if M.C. Escher ever got to India. From the dreams of M.C. Escher
An elder enjoyed asking me where I was from. Made in the Shade
Dharavi takes a chill pill in the shade. It was a shooting adventure. Easy Rider
Yes journalism is alive and well in the streets of Mumbai right next to one of the roughest neighborhood Dharavi. This place is known for enter a photographer and leave without your camera. We all did a fantastic job shooting. Next time I'm thinking of a 5 day workshop in the dharavi streets. ANy takers? :)) Ground Level News Stand
One of the photographers in the group learning to shoot street with a less conspicuous camera tiny camera successfully gets her shot. I was pleased with the gourds conversion from shooting portrait style images to real hard core life images which revealed the thoughts of the social environment in a humanistic way in Mumbai. :)))) Man with these new wiz bang little cameras you really get to see the soul of man kind. Eyes Behind Her Head
In Varanasi, It's about three things. Spirituality, Growing up fast, and making money. INdia is a super power. They test atomic bombs and ruin their holy land, while the uncontrollable hustle to stay above the poverty line. Only 50 cents or less than one half a euro . Wow we we all lowered the poverty line. These guys are sharp. They don't have a college degree, but they are at the top of their game. while you struggle in a cubical wishing you could be the CEO and far from mastering your own life. You finally take a vacation, they spot you and own you. In reality inter world you are fresh vegetable just off the bout. They are the people that make India work. Growing Up Fast
I'm in Bombai but she remind me of Mary, after Jesus was crucified. A lone with no help. Here she Begs for money as people pass her by. http://www.lightstalkers.org/galleries/s/a3csjgaxrkhcozniefko When Mary Begged
A man rides half way on the outside of the speeding train in Bomdai Riding With the WInd
A man sits outside the train station and reads his ticket that is half in Hindu and the other English Ticket Reader
A mother begs to people passing bye her. People that are also struggling. She takes her young boy with her and shades him with her veil as she begs. Her clothes are clean, and you know she still has hope. Under the Veil of Poverty
Across the tracks behind him is Dharavi. Its a rough slum, booming with small business and tiny living quarters. If you can survive then its on step forward for man kind. The tracks separate the neighborhood . To my back is another class baseline. He is at that threshold. Which way he goes depends on how much he makes just by sitting there. If he makes 50 Rupees, you can consider hime one of the lucky ones just above the poverty line in Mumbai India. Meditation Man
A street vender makes baskets just off the side walk in Dharavasi. Where you are allowed to conduct your business depends on how much you can pay the crime boss. Success Comes with Skills
With no place to go a man sits by the train station at dharavasi. You can feel his burden, wondering what to do next Dead Weight
A weight scale is the most ridicules machinery Victoria Train Station in Mumbai India. It is apart of life , The weight scale amuses a few that have a spare rupee to see their weight and watch the lights dance behind the glass while the shirley bit on the right spins around as if to come alive. All this while life goes on in the corners behind hand made meals just off the floor. The young boy makes his rupees chopping onions and anything else needed for your meal One Rupee
A boy watches as other people buy tickets for a ferry ride to an Amusement Park. He imagine the fun that is at the Park. Behind the Queue
People disappear for many reasons. Religious attacks, National squabbles, between political views which can stem from anything. Today women are the higher percentage of victims. The at least have a program that places posters up, especially in a city with eighteen million people. With all this life as it does around the world. We march forward and think we could never turn up missing posted on a wall. The Missing
Two women have learned to use old paper bags to create a product for profit. If they learn how to market to big hotels in India they will be able to help other women and families struggling to survive in India. Often in the class struggle in india yu discover that the lower you are on the totem pole the shorter the helping hand. NGO's try to equal the playing fired and help all. One is D.I.R. Development of Indigenous Resources.</p> <p> When There is Will There is Hope
Holding old news paper she shows the product after her efforts. It is a start and time will tell. To starve and be forgotten is a painful thing Recycled Hope
To have nothing and to be given skills to produce which leads one to leave on faith and adopt another and show you conviction on your home walls is an experience I can not comprehend. Yet now "god provides". God Is On the Wall
A small child helps his family by taking the pots and pans to be washed in pool of reclaimed water Little Helper
WHere the side walk turns to dirt three children play next to a hole in the wall. They are no longer in school. They help their parents sell. Morning Play
On the other side of the wall, a grand mother splits bamboo and watches her grandson. They live next to the train tracks that speed million to work in Mumbai. Looking Out the Hole
A major avenue in the old section of Dharavi Slums. I found this to be an important image. With narrow avenues to navigate, it became clear to me that you quickly develop an aggressive attitude to survive amongst men. The last third of this main passage carries the waste water with an unforgettable fragrance which permeates the inner guts of the slum. A man approaches me, It became clear to me one of us had to move out the way. The joist was on. In the end to pass me he had to do balance act on the small pipe and support his weight with the palm of his hand on the wall to pass around me. He saved face as all watched by not going in the water. I sent out a powerful statement that I'm going to be intimidated. I love exploring in confrontative locations. I was having a fun time taking in the sights and learning as I go. Broadway the Right Off Passage
Welcome to Mumbai, where the majority of eighteen million use the rails to reason some part of the city to work and attain their dream of the New Super Power,"India". Imagine the stories which wear a reason to hold on to the dream of making a good life slip away. Victoria Station 3-1
The trains have come and left, the work force has filed in on time and never late. Replacement within a population of eighteen millions too easy to replace. After all the middle class working force of India Is larger the the pollution of the United Staes of America. LIke any place there is always a chink in one's dream and that one no longer fits in the work force and discovers there is no alternative, no interview, no income and that reality sinks in at the end into the world of unemployment. Left Behind 3-2
The day can have bad days that become chronic, It's them you pray things get better. You continue your dream even while being beaten and harassed at work while living in fear of unemployment when it is too stressful to stand proud. Your workers alienate you, say little to you in public and you see them join a stronger group you once was apart of. Corporations care little about workers, and in the high pressure of the middle class work force you must be production , or see your dreams slipping away before the end of a work day while being escorted out by security with a card boar box of just a few things that made your cubical home way from home in a city with a population of eighteen million. The Pressure of Work 3-3