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When will be able to return to India?
Recently, they said on the news that a new 'Indian Mutation' was found in Israel, that is quiet out of the crisis, due to a very intense vaccination operation.
A Boy rides his BMX across a Badminton court in a housing development in Noida, Utter Pradesh, India.
A Boy rides his BMX across a Badminton court in a housing development in Noida, Utter Pradesh, India. Taken with a Canon 5D4 and the 135mm Sigma Art lens. An alternative Lightroom edit of a previously uploaded image.
A couple of cute kids outside their home in Agra, Utter Pradesh, India.
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This shot is taken during the samaj at Lathmar Holi in a small village of Nandgaon. Lathmar Holi is a local celebration of the Hindu festival of Holi. It takes place days before the actual Holi in the neighbouring towns of Barsana and Nandgaon near Mathura in the state of Uttar Pradesh.
The Taj Mahal framed by the entrance. Agra, India.
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Birds take to the sky at sunset in Agra, Utter Pradesh, India.
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The Taj Mahal was built by Shah Jahan as a memorial for his third wife, Mumtaz Mahal, who died giving birth to their 14th child in 1631. Construction of the Taj began the following year; although the main building is thought to have been built in eight years, the whole complex was not completed until 1653. Not long after it was finished, Shah Jahan was overthrown by his son Aurangzeb and imprisoned in Agra Fort, where for the rest of his days he could only gaze out at his creation through a window. Following his death in 1666, Shah Jahan was buried here alongside his beloved Mumtaz. Every year, tourists numbering more than twice the population of Agra pass through its gates to catch a once-in-a-lifetime glimpse of what is widely considered the most beautiful building in the world – Agra, India
Aerial view from the terrace of Bada Imambara, an Architectural marvel of Lucknow.
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Birds in a tree at sunset in Agra, Utter Pradesh, India.
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The sounds and echos of bhajan sung by these warriors during the festivity of holi in Nandgaon and Barsana.... Magical! doesnt capture the mood of the place and festivity
Varanasi gave me plenty of reasons to bless
that I live in the crazy Israel,
and not in the miserable India.
I take the opportunity to thank my wonderful friend, fixer and guide Manoj Yadav that brought me to many picturesque places, I could never reach without him: tinyurl.com/ydc3k263
Finally getting round to editing my Taj Mahal images. This is taken from behind the Taj Mahal on the banks of the river Yamuna. A nice place for some alternative shots and to watch sunset.
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More of the Taj Mahal! The first light flaring from the side of the building. Agra, Utter Pradesh, India.
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What do you think: Should we give donations to beggars or not?
In the past I used not to give, today, in my country I tend to say: Someone would not become a beggar if he would have better choice?
A women festival that took place in Varanasi, and, off course, I would never reach without my wonderful fixer and guide: Manoj Yadav (www.facebook.com/Manojyadav.320/)
Barsana men Daring the onslaught - the game is each year men from Barsana (home of Radha ) n Nandgaon (childhood home of Lord Krishna) invite each other to play Holi and when either visits the others town there is a SPECIAL WELCOME😊 to reach temple they have to pass through the streets where they are drenched in colors and at temple they are welcomed with color specially prepared weeks ago ... this is a game of dare :-) and has been going on for centuries.
The kids were playing freely and cheerfully in the irrigation pool.
Why aren't they at the kindergarten or at school?
I don't know.
Do they seem happier that the average school kids I see around me?
Certainly…
I take the opportunity to thank my wonderful friend, fixer and guide Manoj Yadav that brought me to many picturesque places, I could never reach without him: tinyurl.com/ydc3k263
She is a flower merchant at one of the more remote and less active ghats of Varanasi (Gai Ghat). When pilgrims come, she and her friends (most of them much younger than her) are selling them flowers for the religious ritual. I promise you that she has a very lovely smile, that shines on her face from time to time.
It's unfair, but my heart bled more for beautiful girls that have to spend their time, at this age, in this way…
I take the opportunity to thank my wonderful friend, fixer and guide Manoj Yadav that brought me to many picturesque places, I could never reach without him: tinyurl.com/ydc3k263
Varanasi, UP, Incredible India
The Ganga Aarti is a ritual performed at the banks of the holy River Ganges every evening, honouring the Goddess Ganga. This is a beautiful spectacle not to be missed during a visit to Varanasi.
Thanks to Laura. www.laurewanders.com/ganga-aarti-varanasi/
She was carrying bricks from one place to another that was about twenty meters away. She went back and forth; back and forth. I found her beautiful, elegant and tough: she insisted on ignoring me, despite all my efforts.
Each time I think of what would happen if this tower would fall from her head on her bare foot I am shivering and thrilled.
In my naïve, Chauvinistic(?), patronizing(?) thought, I would like to wish her an Eliza Doolittle fortune, but I am afraid I am a bit too old for such naivety. In another thought, maybe a feminine Spartacus is a better fantasy…
I take the opportunity to thank my wonderful friend, fixer and guide Manoj Yadav that brought me to many picturesque places, I could never reach without him: tinyurl.com/ydc3k263
One of the places Manoj took me to visit was 'a widows house'. As you can imagine, there is something very melancholic in this place. At least, this is how I experienced it.
I guess the conditions are relatively good, yet it reminded me of a geriatric institute.
These days, when I am on a 'house arrest' I go over old photos.
This is what I picked today…
I am sure that like me, you are also amazed be her elegant
nail polish on her foot (only)
I spent a few hours among those coal workers.
It was not easy at all. Though they were very friendly, I could not stop feeling thrilled by their hard work, and guilty of being a curios rich Western tourist equipped with an expensive camera, taking their photos.
I wonder what expects this lovely, adolescent, flower merchant?
Where would she be, and how would she look in ten years from now?
I hold my fingers for her.
They are living in a small village near Varanasi. The seem young, free and happy. I don't know how their future would look like; but their present seems rather good (even if they are barefoot)…
I assume that children his age in my country will not be able to identify what he is doing; but in Varanasi many children (and some adults) blow kites, and it's wonderful to see how they try to cause their kite to fly high, are enthusiastic when it does so, and are disappointed when it falls.
Overhead view looking down on a woman walking through a housing development in Noida, Utter Pradesh, India.
When I was a child, there was no TV in Israel; needless to say, there was no internet; so, we read. Among the stuff I used to read were children's magazines, that since then vanished. In those magazines were legends about people from distant countries (that no one had ever visited) like India. The most common Indian figures were the slim, almost naked, 'Fakirs' that slept on beds of nails.
When I saw this man, he, immediately, reminded me of those 'fakirs'.
The attitude of people (both children and adults) to camera is, often, very interesting, and also changes along time (in minutes, I mean).
The Dilemma: when posting photos from India, should I post the ones presenting misery, or the ones conveying joy?
I was engaging with the kids, dominated by a few lovely and 'mischievous' girls, when this 'orange' boy showed up, standing in front of them and my lens in a pseudo-aggressive posture, remining me a male animal, herding his pack.
I take the opportunity to thank my wonderful friend, fixer and guide Manoj Yadav that brought me to many picturesque places, I could never reach without him: tinyurl.com/ydc3k263
When I first passed near her, on the main ghat of Varanasi, she was still sleeping on the ground, in the middle of the place, all covered with her blanket. In the beginning, I thought it was just a tiny heap of fabrics someone left, only after a better look, I realized there are signs of limbs under the fabric; yet, I was not able to understand what I see.
Only in my second pass near her, I saw her sitting like that. All alone. Then I also understood what I saw before.
I can only pray for her. No doubt: in India you can see a lot of misery.
For many hours he, and his friends, carry coal from one place to another, on their head. Needless to say that they are rather black from head to toe; and I wondered to what extent, a good bath can remove the dust from their skin.
According to Wikipedia..
In Hinduism, sādhu (skt साधु sādhu, "good; good man, holy man") denotes an ascetic, wandering monk.The sādhu is solely dedicated to achieving mokṣa (liberation), the fourth and final aśrama (stage of life), through meditation and contemplation of brahman. Sādhus often wear saffron-colored clothing, symbolizing their sanyāsa (renunciation).
This way of life is open to women; the female form of the word is sādhvī साध्वी.
Shot in varanasi after witnessing the Grand ganaga Arti at Dsaswamegh Ghat... perhaps my best shot in Varanasi till date... It also remind me a similar shot from Steve Mccurry in his Last Kodacrome Roll album published recently....