I recently had the opportunity for a sunrise boat ride along the sacred River Ganges, in Varanasi. Myself and my boat guide, whose name I have sadly now forgotten, pushed off just as the sun was rising, near 6 am. The sky was an eerie flat gray and it was already in the 90s. A multitude of residents of one of the holiest cities in India had already lined the banks and peppered the ghats with their morning rituals of baths, blessings (pujas), and laundry.
The boat moved swiftly and I was not in the picture taking mood. Somehow, I think I managed to capture the scene. Enjoy!
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These pictures are fantastic. They depict scenes that Dad spoke of, and yet again through your eyes. I think your photography skills are getting better and better too.
I sure wish I could share these stories with Grandpa. Thanks, mom. love you!
Jenny, These are fascinating ! The Barefoot College,…wonderful.
I’m very impressed with your postings, and pictures. Turn up the proud button, you deserve it, woman. love, love, love. bj
Oh, Bev. Thank you kindly for the warm words. It’s funny to me that this was Brian’s “favorite post so far” and I thought the pics were a little ho-hum. I realized that I’ve already started to take “daily goings on” for granted and the mood I’m in when taking photos drastically affects how I feel about them… Much like I prepared for my departure from home last year, I’ve committed to staying hyper-aware in these final weeks – appreciating all of the treasures of opportunity!
Much love to you and the fam-damily! xoxo