In Rajasthan, two boys in the 8th standard fill their father’s cart with water from the village naadi, or pond. It takes around an hour and a half for them to complete this task daily, and provides just enough water for the eight family members, 10 to 15 goat, a cow, and a bullock. The quality of their water becomes less important when quantity is a concern.
I’ve been working frantically for just over a week on putting together a piece for this year’s edition of Flux Magazine, only to learn at the last minute that my story was cut because I’m not an active student. If I have time next week, I’ll finish up what I was writing and publish it.
A few stories especially of interest in the past week: Is Kashmir key to Afghan peace? – Christian Science Monitor Raises the question as to whether solving the Indo-Pakistan dispute will help resolve the situation in Afghanistan. Significantly more attention will be paid to this… Continue reading →
Two months after the fact, I’ve started processing images from my journey around the Indian subcontinent. No particular rhyme or reason to what I’m putting up at the moment, just whatever catches my eye. I think, when I’ve worked through the body of a few… Continue reading →
These past few weeks have been ones of reflection. Having photographed the regions I initially outlined for my project, I’ve been bumming around, trying to find another story to pick up, reading Isaac Asimov’s “Foundation” series, and thinking. Moving some too. After Rajasthan, I continued… Continue reading →
On 5 February, less than a month from today, I will be heading back to the great land of India for nearly ninety days. If I manage to survive the aggressive monkeys and crazy elephants, it will be the longest trip I have ever been… Continue reading →