A wonderful morning - life with light and lives

I generally wake up early on weekend days. I do not want to waste my days in bed.

Started my RE classic 500 a bit hesitatingly as I was not sure whether today is the day for a photo walk. Vadodara Photography Club (VPC), a web based photography hobbyist's forum arranges such photowalk on week ends.
I rode though, as it was still dark, I know little there will be any chance of crowd on the street. I then can stretch my bike's muscles to get a royal feeling riding it.

Our usual meeting point and then sunrise point was well, vacant. I went to Sindhrot bridge, to see the sunrise.
I made a lens for me, this is my third try for the same lens. This lens is taken out from a point and shoot camera Canon WP-1. It is a wonderful 35mm f3.5 lens. I can use it on my NEX. Sun was with us, but didn't touch the fisherman yet. Soft light through air and water was mixing with all of us. Birds probably were carrying them to us.

Slowly, Sun sees it all even if it's ray goes straight, only straight.

 My lazy mind continued thinking, what is the difference between someone working, someone daydreaming. What if, is a dangerous word that stops me being a working man, Wakes my kidding self up.

 I think the man is out of proportion as the land looks like a country seen from space and Mahi river looks like an ocean. Why photograph needs to be authentic documentation of this world. What if we the viewer see it as we like. And then the man sitting there who actually was making his line ready for the throw, looks a creator of earth or a land somewhere in some space. The other man who just crossed the creator wearing a blue trouser probably born out of that blue thing situated further down from the creator.

In reality, they all are fisherman, waiting for us Bengali "Babu" to sell there fresh catches of fish. And I am still day dreaming.

In between birds had their usual turns, fly around and checking out of my true intention.

Then I saw man/machine and nature having a fifty-fifty share. Shoot some shots, chose this one for my liking. I had a wonderful time.

Then I reached other side of mahi river. villagers reach here to take water home, to clean themselves and above all pay homage or do religious rituals. shown below is some rituals they did which do not know about. To me, who does not know whom to trust, who to follow, what lies ahead liked this simple idea of considering gods just like us, human being yet give them power. Belief is I think the most powerful tool human have which controls their muscles and even mind. I always try to find such belief in existance, I want to capture these beliefs in existence, in its performing scene, live. how, we Hindu consider god act like us yet when they want can use their super power. As if it is we human being are actually them, god. They, gods and goddesses are just like us, mortals.

I do not know who, why, when put that old Kalash pot. I saw time flew away right infront of me. Thousands of years passed by flowing opposite to Mahi from the sitting gods to kalash to the vilagge ladies and then to today's high tension power cable carrying towers. In basic senses, we are almost as coward as we were. We are unfortunately not as simple and as innocent as we used to be. Cruelty has taken new forces, weapons. Honesty has forgotten joy is their wing, simplicity is the fuel.

A helper to priest started cleaning the cloth temple.

Ladies have already started collecting their regular share of water for home.

Sun has by then touched us all. I now need to go back.

I thought of touching a sace I wanted to see for long. It is a trust for Leprosy bitten people. this trust give home, work for people who are abondoned by their family since they got Leprosy.
Many of us still believe Leprosy carries over through touches.
The dog mother was already sick with some bites or cuts, her son is a fluffy cute one still asleep. The mother had expecting eyes loking for some food from me. I had none that day.
The lady didn't notice me till then.

But when she did, she stood up, straight, with pride and honour. She didn't question me of my intention, but carefully measured me. The place was neat and clean due to regular cleaning.

Day was starting for others too. I took leave with a happy mind, eyes and heart.

The house by its side has their temple in the middle of their common space. The small temple, that large neem tree and sun rays all of them were telling stories of long running rituals, culture, beliefs.

I had a wonderful time with light, life, history, believes, time. Morning has its own smell and light and sound. Camera shoot one third, rest is free to grow in viewer's chosen day dreams.

Live life. I don't know about the next one's existence.