Our lives – Connected

“Connected.”

These photos are from India, one from Delhi and the other two from Kolkata.

I think in India, people connect to sellers differently. The relationship, however short lived, is much more personal (whether you want it or not), especially in all those little shack shops in every corner in every neighborhood, that sells snacks, tea and such.

In the first photo, the small shopkeeper selling lemons, and ginger in the front probably pays some rent or has an agreement with the bigger shopkeeper behind to sell things in front. As they all may share clients, for whom they are waiting, waiting to catch an eye, a connection to the next buyer.

The second is that of a man, probably only recently familiarized with a cell phone, staying connected, while walking out of one of the oldest coffee shops in Kolkata- Coffee House, as the posters on the wall connect us to the world of student politics and mainstream politics (in Bengali of course).

Finally, Gauri the shopkeeper of the little shop in a shack, smiles as she catches me taking her photo, while she is selling her small packets of snacks she makes fresh everyday. That twinkle in her eyes is what made me ask her name, and I still haven’t forgotten it. I had never seen her before and may never see her again, but the connection was true that minute.

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Waiting to connect

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Smiling Gauri
Smiling Gauri

A little voodoo on the hoodoos and some gossamer on grottos

A little dark, but not without wonder.. add on some sussuration. When the hoodoos ululate, I cannot hear cacophony in cachhination. As for the faeries… they left.  In my castle, there are lucents taken from all else, so it shines after the grey.

These fragile things, took eons to break, but I found some space in them to stay. You can hear me some days, you are lucky if you don’t. I dread you a little, but you shall be a fool if you won’t. The marks on wood. Is all they left, but I took the light with me.

Just watching
Just watching
Marks on wood, that is cacophony
Marks on wood, that is cacophony
These hoodoos call at night
These hoodoos call at night
My castle on the grey, see how it glows
My castle on the grey, see how it glows

See what it could be, and it was. Do what you should not, and it will. It, is you, happy in fantasy.

Seems like Neil Gaiman and his otherworldly fantasies have changed me into actually editing photos to make them surreal. Also, he makes up such positively delightful words, I only make up silly ones, but at least I did not know he did and that is one thing in common with my God of parallel-imagination, that is flowing right next to what we think real. This post and image manipulation fantasy, totally inspired by Gaiman’s use of all these words in a short story which totally blew my mind right at the titleForbidden brides of the faceless slaves in the secret house of the night of dread desires’ and only kept getting better. In his collection called Fragile things. This post, and all my manipulated images from now on, are dedicated to Fragile Things.. If you have not read it yet, you are wasting time. I am assigning it to the weekly photo challenge for half light, being inspired by his short story.

P.S. Sussuration can mean a few things, but here I used it as “whispers” and ‘undertone’, for the images I added seem to murmur to me. Ululation is also usually a sound, and in Indian Bengali weddings they are supposed to bring in the good spirits or scare the bad ones, always used during a religious ceremony (even other than weddings). Cachhination is like what it sounds.. noise: in a disturbing sense. Lucents are apparently a name for crystal spiders from Star Wars. I am not a follower of the series, but seemed SO very appropriate here I couldn’t resist ( Gaiman writes a whole series on Anansi, the spider-god who spins tales that everyone believes).

Juniper crawlistic

Wind worn and world-wise, I will rise again
Wind worn and world-wise, I will rise again

Usually I do not like editing images, but at Bryce and then later at Yellowstone I have taken a few images in raw. Maybe I can now decorate the house we bought, with only photos we take or I take. Maybe home-owing should be a post, and yes, quite like driving I don’t see the charm. But I do see the need to do it as best as possible, again, quite like driving, once you are on the road.

This juniper was taken somewhere at Bryce. I changed exposure slightly after finally managing to open the CR2 image on GIMP 2.8. Then I lightened the blue till you could see the strange effect on the trees in the background. I usually delete such effects, but today, they added an artistic dimension and I liked it a lot!

UFRAW is a pain to get installed, but this helped and it did finally start acting as a standalone and a plugin. I still cannot use the little Gimp button ( Wilber) on the standalone to send images to GIMP. Select ‘Page 1’ and open in layers or images in GIMP and then flatten.

I realize I am giving photography editing tips(which I usually leave for the professionals), but really UFRAW took me an hour and a half to figure out and use and I should return the favor and share it forward because even in the answer that partially worked, they do not mention selecting ‘layers’ on GIMP, which it asks you to in a small easily ignored dialogue box. It will not work otherwise and spit out a TIFF error. Happy editing…

The art of America through a mart, Wal-mart and Warhol

In the fourth of July weekend, yes, that long ago, we decided to visit Arkansas’s famous town Bentonville. Don’t be surprised if you have not heard of it, neither had I until last year, but bear no doubt that it truly is famous. The origins of the #1 company in fortune 500 from a basic variety store to a general store and finally to the largest retailer in the world definitely counts, and deserves the hall of famous. Bentonville is where Wal-mart had its humble beginnings: flush back from World War II a young American war veteran, Sam Walton, born in Oklahoma (and I should mention, also spent time in Tulsa, for my okie friends who read this) came back from the war to lease his first ‘variety store’in Newport, Arkansas. His Ben Franklin variety store became the top store in the franchise in five years. However, no big journey starts without an obstacle, or should we say 10,0000. Apparently, even dumb obstacles, such as the non-renewal of a lease of a store doing well, only so that the owner can hand it over to his son! Anyway, Sam and his wife Helen, looked for a new location and then bought a store in Bentonville, Arkansas, and the rest as they say and I only recently found out, is history. By 1960, he owned over nine Ben Franklin stores, but he was not satisfied and is quoted to have said, despite skeptics, that discount rates were the future. In 1962, he opened the first Wal-mart in Rogers, Arkansas.

We stayed at the double tree hotel for a night and walked around at the main square, which is also where the Walmart museum, complete with Sam Walton’s office (containing stuffed real animals, his desk and cabinets) and his pick up truck are separately kept on display. In the following photos, you will see the change in the fliers advertising for the good sold in Walmart over the 60s, 70s, 80s and so on and it is very interesting to note how advertising was changing. They are from my phone, so sorry for the strange angles.. The next section of this post, on Andy Warhol and his iconically artistic marketing skills.

Before that, the museum in Bentonville also shows examples of reasons people returned what they bought, and I have to say people are not getting smarter or dumber. One of the photos below shows these, note the broken racket and the ‘possessed mixer (yes, really) and the ‘ink-pen sharpener’.

I do heartily dislike Walmart and its horrible policies for employees, the false image it creates for American consumers and disastrous factory conditions overseas. I have always KNOWN that nothing is actually cheap. If you are getting it cheap, someone is paying the price. And the cheaper it is for you the pricier it is for some hard working people in dangerous conditions.. But this is not about Walmart of today or the past 25 yrs. It is about the (fake) dream that anyone in America can make it big, as it is based on the fallacy that working hard is enough. However, it is success stories of Walton and others that make it seem like anyone can, and I am nothing if not a story-teller.

The Grand Opening of Wal-Mart fliers
The Grand Opening of Wal-Mart fliers

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Some return highlights

Warhol 

Walton’s daughter Alice Walton, decided to bring true American art to the American heartland and used her, not a dismissively small part of, the family fortune to open the Crystal Bridges museum which specializes in art by American artists and I was not so excited at the usual displays ( okay, I don’t appreciate all that is art, or maybe I am just biased), however the architecture is very pleasing and flows smoothly into the surrounding wild. Has hikes and an artificially created pond, but very nice indeed. The high point was the touring Warhol’ Nature exhibit that I have never seen but sometimes missed ( in NYC, I believe). His original prints of the basic hibiscus simply replicated to create a eye catching effect is so elegant that only a simple design could achieve it and yet be that striking. He used to make art from photographs, using negatives of images replicated on plastic with artificial colors to add effect. He even made silver clouds to fortify his whimsical and eccentric personality. So, here is an American or another, who made a huge mark in an entire industry of advertising and could sell. Anything. Just like Walmart. But better and with style ( so he is not a Fortune 500 company of course). He had many great danes and cats, and used (not frequently I believe, but in some measure) sketched and photos of other wildlife like birds. His series on endangered species was on display as well.

Some of his art in photos below.

Walton and Warhol, the two Americans to admire, but hard to emulate in success within a life. Not just because times of surplus are gone, just because vision and the right circumstance with society ripe for its reception is a very difficult mix to have. Not to undermine their vision and talent, but such history can be made only once.

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Silver clouds
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Warhol under his original silver clouds (who needs a lining when the whole cloud is silver!) at a party

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Abuse

A poem on child abuse by the powerful. Every one, is more powerful than a child. But every one may also have a God who forgives, protects, excuses and takes responsibility in their eyes.

Might

‘Twas just a touch

Some feel

Not much.

My Lord is strong

My will is weak

Let He be heard

Let His child speak..

‘Twas a test

Designed for me

I plead, again

For His mercy.

Then, He speaks:

I hear Him, clearly.

‘My child,

Be free,

I heard your plea.’

‘Tis just a touch

I feel,

Not much.

Somewhere close

The li’l one shrinks

In prayer

She thinks

‘Tis just a touch,

I fear

Not much.

o’ Lord

Forgive me,

But I detest

This beauty.

All love, this life

Is lost to me.

– ID