Doorway to Oblivion

open it and become

part and particle

of the elements

of the universe

Chik Blind

A worn chik blind, a chilman. The lining fabric stained and torn, afternoon light, a shadow on a veranda column. Nothing else.

Vacation in Darjeeling, early 1950s

I suspect that at this age, in my early teens, I was more interested in the girls than in the composition of the picture.

Rowing, Father and Son

Beach Kids

A Ruined Fortress (1979)

This is a picture from the first color roll I ever shot. I was in Bangalore, and some friends took me to Chamundeshwari Hill. When I opened my camera bag I found that I had run out of black and white film; but there were some color rolls which had been presented to me from time to time by various foreign friends.

The rolls were probably eight years expired by then, but I took a chance with one of them.

Looking at this picture now, I think of the many tragedies around the world, especially in the Middle East: images which I see on TV, where violence has left behind destruction and ruin, all of the inclemencies that man invents and inflicts.

I wanted to make this picture look very large, and I think that I succeeded; but in fact, the opening was only the size of a brick which had fallen from the wall.

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