So I went to India. With my mom. Growing up as a Hindu kid, I have waited most of my life to touch India's soil and adorn her garlands. For a country and culture so alive, fierce, extraordinary, and dramatically colourful, I am at a loss for description. Admittedly, It hasn't quite sunk in yet. Scrolling through these photos, the memories become tangible and almost palpable as I can still taste the cardamom in the chai, and smell the thick frankincense shooing off insects from sugar cane juice stands.
This process will take some time and I cannot possibly offer everything from such an experience in one expression on the interwebs - so I won't dare to try. I have no descriptions to give. No clarifications as of yet. Those will come. For today, I offer some still visuals of the first leg of three - your first little taste of Kitty and Cat Cooper fumbling their way through the bazaars of the motherland.
Oh yah, also, being an 85-year-old asshole for most of my adult life and having had a difficult time accepting modern technology in general, I have been a film purist since the 90's. In the interest of intelligence, I finally let that go, and have embraced the land of digital photography. Different. Glorious. But different. So it's a leap from my usual photo posts but India just moves too fucking fast for 35mm.
Xo Kitty 🙏