One of the various hotels that we patroned was this one (above) that had a peacock statue built on its rooftop restaurant. It was one of the most expensive and lavish hotels we stayed at. I think we payed something like five or six bucks a night.
(Above) Ahhh . . . What telling of our time spent in any Indian city would be complete without a shot of our voyaging in a conjested public bus? India: Not a country for the clautrophobic.
(Above) At night we wandered through the area of the village we were staying in and took some photos of what we thought were some of the town's more dynamic images.
Here (above) Ted photographs traditional Indian bread (Naan) being made in an outside oven.
The sillohette of this small boy above we found quite captivating. He was preparing some food in the cauldron beside him, and let me tell you, the heat that was being generated by the stove he was literally SITTING on was intense.Although this (above) looks like a beautiful blue temple of sorts, where we find a lone worshiper silently praying before an alter, I think it might have simply been someone's house we happened upon. Either way, I very much like the . . . beautiful eerieness of it. It is somehow very serene and pacifying.
(Above) Ha! Now this was another one of those absolutely BEAUTIFUL and dynamic moments that we happened to capture on camera. It's difficult to describe the energy, brightness, and light that simply came off of the vast majority of the children we came across in India. It was quite pure and very contagious. Never have I been crazy about my smile - but in these pictures, not only could I not help but to do so . . . but, I look at myself in them and am quite taken aback and surprised at the fact that I am not repulsed and embarrassed by my own visage. Again, I hold the energy I felt while in these kids' presence directly responsible for that.
This gentleman (above) was a jewel merchant we happened across that, believe it or not, felt very real, and very honest. While both Ted and I felt initial hesitance about some of the purchases we made while there (our natures tending to vere toward the conservative in areas such as this), I do not believe that either one of us regret at all any of the time we spent here at this man's shop.
Here (above) is a photo Ted took of some very cute kids early in the morning right before they all went off to school. We got their address from their parents so as to mail these (and other) photos to them upon our return to the states.
Emerald Lady . . .
The green of this woman's sari stands out quite exquisitely upon the background of this Agra market.