India- Camel Safari. Night in the Kurhi Desert.
Sunrise in the desert paints the sky with the soft pastels and changes magically to iridescent cotton candy painted across a light blue sky. The little bird I so painstakingly photographed the evening prior has returned to sing and sing the announcement of a new day. Not rejoicing, excited. The clanking sound of bells on the necks of sheep and cows can be heard in the distance with the occasional shout of the bearded. A dog patrols the area, hot on a mission with no time for human affection. The process of awakening happens as fast as I can write and I suddenly feel overwhelmed by the speed of time.
The small boy leading my camel with the deep tuberculin cough. There is not enough time to become powerful enough to solve these problems. The money I gave him will never go to medicine.
A lamb is lost. I can hear him bleating.
Shay comes across the dune to deliver me coffee, the dog racing around his legs.
It all goes so quickly. Perhaps all I can do is to continue to snatch amazement where I can: one India at a time between the beautiful monotony of my daily sphere.
The dog races across the dune to sit near.
Sunrise in the desert paints the sky with the soft pastels and changes magically to iridescent cotton candy painted across a light blue sky. The little bird I so painstakingly photographed the evening prior has returned to sing and sing the announcement of a new day. Not rejoicing, excited. The clanking sound of bells on the necks of sheep and cows can be heard in the distance with the occasional shout of the bearded. A dog patrols the area, hot on a mission with no time for human affection. The process of awakening happens as fast as I can write and I suddenly feel overwhelmed by the speed of time.
The small boy leading my camel with the deep tuberculin cough. There is not enough time to become powerful enough to solve these problems. The money I gave him will never go to medicine.
A lamb is lost. I can hear him bleating.
Shay comes across the dune to deliver me coffee, the dog racing around his legs.
It all goes so quickly. Perhaps all I can do is to continue to snatch amazement where I can: one India at a time between the beautiful monotony of my daily sphere.
The dog races across the dune to sit near.
