Baby on board

It's the eyes

A bus from Agra to Fatehpur Sikri.

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When no one wants a ride…


The Agra rickshaw wallah chills out. Glamor-shot style.

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Old, old lines

Old man

Great face. Fantastic face. Were it not for the stitching of his shirt, this man could be from Shah Jahan‘s era. Perhaps he’d be one of the thousands of hands that built the Taj Mahal.

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Ok, this is just gross

Bikaner was bad for the teeth

When Joel was visiting last month, he and I had a little love affair with paan. Normally, it’s a special treat for me — because I know it’s a bad habit — and I have it maybe once a month. Well, Joel and I kinda went nuts and chewed the paan a few times a day.

The above shot comes from Bikaner, as we were about to board a bus. Needless to say, we each took window seats in the back and spat into the breeze.

It was all in the name of our latest music video project that has stalled in production as I don’t have a regular power source these days.

MOUNTAIN WATCH: I’ve been Sikkim four days have yet to see Kanchenjunga (or really anything other than the Himalayan foothills) because a near-constant layer of fog and mist has given me a visibility ceiling of maybe 1,500 feet. I’ll keep you posted, but I’m probably going to have to get a lot closer. Pelling, maybe next month.

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The kids love me

Home, dusty home

I take pictures of street kids everywhere I go. This comes from the bare home of some poor families my cousin does work with in and around Jaipur. I visited them in 2004.

I enjoy pictures of children for many reasons. Though still don’t know if I want my own some day, I appreciate their innocence, their relativism and their ability to laugh in most circumstances.

I’m traveling at the moment in Rajasthan with Joel and Kate. I won’t be near the Internet much for several days. Enjoy preset blog posts.

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Tibetan eyes

Tibetan Refugee Self Help Centre, Darjeeling

We visited the Tibetan Refugee Self Help Centre in the Darjeeling hills. At the time, it was a rather dour compound. Adults eyed us — seven foreigners pulling up in a van — with reserve. We spent most of our time in the gift shop that sells traditional handicrafts at fixed, good prices.

Outside, these two little ones made up for the quiet with their laughter.

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Cold sunrise in Darjeeling

Tiger hill at 6:19 a.m., just as the sun came up

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