Ok, so I’ve been off the radar since last week and I may or may not catch up on the assignments. Only time will tell. Perhaps I’ll bombard The Commons with six posts tomorrow.
For today’s assignment we have to consider the beauty and complexity of architecture, and explore the drama in black and white, or monochrome.
The first photo is of a beautiful Edwardian villa in Kalk Bay, a classic colonial style. It’s been a guesthouse since about 1917.
The shadows cast by the buildings along the narrow streets of the Bairro Alto in Lisbon at night lend them a monochromatic cast. Sounds are muffled creating invisible walls as one walks through the streets at night.
Ent-like, the gnarled branches of the tree in the photo belie its age. I have no doubt it’s been around for many many decades.
When I took this pic I was cognisant of the fact that all I had was an iPhone. There was a wall behind me preventing me from walking backwards enough to capture the immensity of the outstretched branches.
I tried to show how far the branches stretched in the pic below.
Connect: to join or fasten together, to associate or consider as related, to become joined or united.
In India, there are times of the year that are most auspicious for getting married. During these times, weddings happen 24 hours a day. This is known as “wedding season”.
Because of the traditions in North Indian Hindu weddings, the time of a wedding is determined by the availability of horses, the wedding venue and the musicians for the bridegroom’s procession known as the baraat parade.
The stated time for the ceremony is very loose because it’s dependent on many external factors – some outside the control of the wedding party.
What I understood to be outside the control of the wedding party is the time of the baraat parade. It starts at the bridegoom’s home when the horse and baraat band arrive, weary, from another baraat parade at another wedding.
The baraat parade can get very large, as the procession winds, slowly, to the wedding venue. The groom’s friends and family dance alongside him on horseback, with the band in front. The procession can get larger (and slower) as more people, presumably strangers, join in as the procession makes it’s way in the street.
I was told to be ready to travel to the wedding venue at 8pm. At the appointed time I received an SMS:
“Baraat parade not yet started”
It eventually got to the wedding venue at 11pm, when the ceremony took place.
The food was delicious, the wedding guests welcoming and friendly and the colours riotous. I loved every minute of this wedding.
Photo 101 – Day Five: Solitude & the “Rule of Thirds”
I remember a movie, many many years ago, about an explorer couple who’d set up a tent in the middle of the bush. They were plagued by mosquitoes, it was hot and they looked sweaty and miserable, drowning their sorrows with gin and tonic, hoping that the minuscule amounts of quinine in the tonic water would protect them from malaria. One can still rough it like that in Africa.
My idea of roughing it, however, is an upgrade from that of yesteryear. This tent came with air-conditioner, wi-fi and a corner bath.
I’m an explorer of a different sort and the solitude afforded me by this tent, spaced well apart from the next one, enabled me to relax and pretend that I was an intrepid explorer armed with a panga slashing my way through the bush. With all the mod-cons.
Does it count that I could hear the lions roar in the distance and the bush around the tent had a few black mambas slithering around?