Pondicherry in pictures – 2010
Posted by georgiemathew in Travel on February 25, 2012
As I’m planning to go on a weekend trip to Pondicherry , I thought I’ll give you all a quick peek of my last visit in 2010..
Pondicherry was a French territory which acceded to the nation after Independence. (You can find a useful link here.)
Well, I must get on with the post and they say Pondicherry is a place in India where “the locals are more French than the French and the French are more local than the locals.”
Let me show a few images before going on..
This is the Promenade, a long walk along the seashore, where I actually spent 3 hours of my time in Pondicherry.
The beach.
An empty stall by the beach.
And the crows went “Attack mode”.
You may be able to deduce that a storm was brewing in the horizon, from the previous pictures. And it drizzled a bit, and people ran for shelter.. I looked around, and said “Voila”. Ran across the road to take this.. My favorite image from Pondicherry.
Few people were actually enjoying the storm , with company of course..
And there were few who did not want to miss a photo opportunity at the Gandhi statue nearby.
One of my very first street portraits. Very aptly they say, “Pondicherry. Give time a break.”
And lastly , I couldn’t miss out on the French quarter, where streets are cobblestoned. Actually, I don’t have any images of the streets and so I’m posting an address of a house in the French quarter.
Merci.
“Give this day our daily milk,
Posted by georgiemathew in Children in the streets on February 24, 2012
for it helps me grow.”
Wide eyed #2
Posted by georgiemathew in Children in the streets, Street portraits on February 23, 2012
Portrait of a random child.
“Crazy kid.
Posted by georgiemathew in Children in the streets on February 22, 2012
what would’ve got to him?”
“Hey, want a knuckle sandwich?
Posted by georgiemathew in Children in the streets on February 21, 2012
Just kidding.”
“Hello minions,
Posted by georgiemathew in Children in the streets on February 20, 2012
welcome to my castle.”
The Lives We Live
Posted by georgiemathew in Scenes from the streets on February 20, 2012
The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live. – Flora Whittemore Maimana, Afghanistan Since the beginning of time, doors have symbolized both great opportunities and thwarted dreams. Varanasi, India Morocco The open door is a metaphor for new life, a passage from one stage of life to another, and metamorphosis. Closed doors represent rejection and exclusion. Kashmir The Door Too little has been said Of the door, its one face turned to the night’s Downpour and its other To the shift and …
What does man measure to,
Posted by georgiemathew in Snapshots on February 18, 2012
in all this?
Got this from a hill climb today. Great exercise and a break from the routine as well..
“I had a long day
Posted by georgiemathew in Scenes from the streets on February 17, 2012
time to finally get home.”
After such a long time, I got to do some shooting today. Felt great..
