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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Images from Jodhpur

Stairway of the Umaid Bhawan Palace where we stayed. The fellow with the hat is Hemender, our guide.

An old woman sits at the Meherangarh Fort (c. 1459) in Jodhpur.

Halfway up the Meherangarh Fort, we admire the city of Jodhpur. In winter they mix paint with indigo, which fades during the summer months to white.

Musical notes waft throughout the fort.

Walking down the main street of the fort, one can look up to see the intricate architecture. Here, a woman tends to the ladies' room.

Throughout the Meherangarh Fort, guards sit quietly, smiling for the cameras, with colorful and exquisitely carved backgrounds.

The guards off duty at the Meherangarh Fort give the tourists a display on turban wrapping.

Inside the Jaswant Thada marble cenotaph for Maharaja Jaswant Singh II, translucent marble gives light to the memorial.
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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
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Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
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