Tuesday, February 23, 2010

It has all but disappeared from my mind

But nothing in India is identifiable, the mere asking of a question 
causes it to disappear or to merge in something else.
E. M. Forster
A camel herder, near our house.

A trip into town - Old Delhi.

5 comments:

altadenahiker said...

How casually you say that, oh yes, that's the camel herder we'd pass on the way to school.

(Great book.)

Don and Sher said...

I have never been to India but it is so interesting to see the old cars, with the cattle in the picture along with little shacks and large buildings.

Tash said...

What a collection of photos. A real treat every time.
You could so write a book, since you've got a great topic & CAN WRITE.

James said...

That is truly an amazing place. I love seeing pictures like these. They really spark the imagination.

Brenda's Arizona said...

Karin, you are pretty much right - we would walk past bullocks, dead 'untouchables' and camels on our 4 block walk to school. Our street paralleled a 'nala' - a huge ditch. Everything lived - and died - down there.
It haunted the hell out of me. Still does.