Dear Esteemed Reader,
Never mind that my skin is covered in a dense sheet of insect bites, each one encrusted with wine colored scabs that I cannot tear myself away from the allure of scratching or that the blisters on my feet where the straps of my Roman style sandals were once fastened are now festering like the mounds of garbage rotting in the nearby roadside gutters, whose stench offends no one’s sensibilities but my own, it is you I think of. Your loyalty, my followers, my blogging flock and for your faithfulness I do not want to disappoint you.
My fingers tingle in withdrawal as an internet connection becomes a distant reality, where electricity is like a lover’s unspoken promise: longed for but unpredictable. It comes when you least expect it and leaves just as mysteriously, unannounced, catching you unaware, on the verge of tears over a first draft that you pray will be saved.
I send you all greetings from Mother India. Why, you must ask does she willingly go there? For the sake of this blog? This makes no sense.
I will tell you, though I do not know if you will understand. It is, of course, about love. The love of a place and a culture is hard to explain. But what you might understand is the romantic notion (in the purest sense) of going back in time. Have you wished that you could climb aboard Jules Verne’s time machine and do just that, go back in time, to a simpler day, when time didn’t equal money and when no one was in a hurry?
As troubled and complicated as India is, a trip into deepest, rural India, for the most part, is like going back in time. Yes, for some it is a journey better not embarked upon. Best to stay back in the 21st century. We worked so hard to get here, why go backwards, some may wonder. It is not for every one. But once you enter its seductive embrace, it is hard to leave. With all the awkward intrusions of this century like car horns blaring, text alerts beeping and plastic garbage being dumped carelessly everywhere, there is a peace in deepest, rural India, that for me, cannot be replicated anywhere else.
While I’m here it will be a challenge to blog, especially to post photographs because I am travelling without my own computer but for your sake, dear reader, I will try.
I thank you all for reading, liking and following. Your appreciation of my photographs has helped me to re-evaluate how I see myself. Just as the written word is meant to be read and I’ve long seen myself as a writer; photographs are meant to be viewed. You, my readers, have encouraged me to take this interest more seriously and helped me to fashion yet another identity. I am shooting lots of photos and hope to share them soon with you.