mardi, janvier 18, 2011

Horseman. Calcutta.

A rickshaw driver in a street of Calcutta

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samedi, mai 19, 2007

jeudi, mai 17, 2007

Flowers. Kolkata

Kids washing flowers in the Hooghly river on the Armenian ghats in Kolkata.
You can see where it is looking at this one

jeudi, décembre 21, 2006

Train station. Darjeeling

Buddhists monks waitin,g for the little train to go from darjeeling to Siliguri

Grass cutting. Murshidabad

Fish seller. Pandua

The boy is aerating the water where he keeps the fishes he is selling.

Crossing. Malda

Ferry. Murshidabad

To cross the Hoogli river I had to use a "ferry". Those women were going back home, in little villages.

Mangoes. Malda

A man picking up some mangoes in Gaur. West Bengal. They are really so good.

Ganga. Murshidabad

Goddess. Murshidabad

A little girl next to the Hoogli river in Murshidabad. She was doing the laundry with her family in the river.
She asked me to take a picture of her.

Chapatis. Pandua

Shot from inside a restaurant during a monsoon shower in the town of Pandua, 300 klm north of Calcutta.
She came to buy some chapatis.
He was sitting there making them next to the oven. A scene one sees very often.

Baby. Barhampur. West Bengal

A small kid in hiding in his mother's arms at the shop in Barhampur, a town on the Ganges in West Bengal..

A Rickshaw. Malda

A rickshaw during the monsoon.

lundi, décembre 11, 2006

Village life. Murshidabad

Kali. Malda

Kali, Malda

A ceremonial where the goddesss kali will be trhown into the river Ganges.

Kali. Malda

A ceremonial where the goddesss kali will be trhown into the river Ganges.

Water. Murshidabad

A woman fetching water outside her home in a small village outside Murshidabad,
the last capital city of independent Bengal.
Murshidabad is situated on the banks of the Ganges river.

Green. Murshidabad.

A women cleaning the mosque in Murshidabad, a lovely town alongside the Ganges.

Smile. Pandua

This woman was selling veggies on the sidewalk in Pandua, brinjals, ladyfingers, etc.
She was eating a mango from the place.
As you can see , it was monsoon time.

Beedis. Pandua. West Bengal

his is taken in Pandua, not far from Malda in west Bengal. I had a long walk in a rainy day and crossed a few villages where they were rolling those Beedis. The weather was grey, no light and rain...Still I had a extraordinary day..Thanks to those Indian people I met

Monsoon. Malda

In the small town of Malda.
Those kids were surprised by the rain playing around rickshaws...
They ran for cover.. but one was curious!...

Rice paddies. Gaur

Preparing rice paddies in Gaur, in West Bengal

jeudi, novembre 30, 2006

mercredi, novembre 29, 2006

Monsoon time. Calcutta

I was walking in Kolkata. Monsoon time. This little girl was waiting under the light rain to cross the busy Jawaharlal
Nehru road, a big artery of Kolkata. She was going in the direction of the Maiden's, a big park.
In 1690, the site of Calcutta was chosen by Job Charnok, an agent of the East India Company, for a British trade settlement.
The place was carefully selected, being protected by the Hooghly River on the west, a creek to the north, and by salt lakes
about two and a half miles to the east.
There were three large villages along the east bank of the iver Ganges, named, Sutanuti, Gobindapur and Kalikata.
These three villages were bought by the British from local land lords. The Mughal emperor granted the East India
Company freedom of trade in return for a yearly payment of 3,000 rupees.

An exhibition I had in England last fall

Kali Temple. Calcutta. West Bengal

A boy sitting next to kali inside the Kali temple in Calcutta, an incredible place.

you can see it here, On the cover of this book "The way home"

An exhibition I had in England last fall

Praying. Calcutta. West Bengal

A woman praying inside the Kali temple in Kolkata.

Monsoon Puja. Kolkata.

An image of a Puja on Babu ghats in Kolkata, along the banks of the Hooghly, a tributary of the Ganges.
It was the monsoon season, but the warm climate doesn’t prevent people from living their usual lives.
It was raining as I had never seen before.
The best time to visit any river in India is in the morning, and this is the busiest ghat at this time.
A flurry of typically Indian activities begins at the crack of dawn as the mist rises and the sun falters
over overnight clouds, to announce yet another day. Bathing. Worship. Commerce. Ceremonies of birth
and death. Then, all of a sudden, the rain falls and falls and keeps on falling heavily.

An exhibition I had in England last fall