pardon the absence.
i've been rather busy doing nothing lately. funny how things don't happen that way sometimes. sorry for neglecting you, fotolaville.
today i'm uploading a few from the archives, various random bits of vertical free speech from sydney. met with someone today who needs exactly this sort of stuff for a project, apparently, so i'm posting these as a small example for them (is this what you're looking for?) more in the next couple of days. hopefully. after that i think i'll show you the wonderful ganeshes of the walls of jaisalmer, in rajasthan, india. a visual feast.
still smoking up a storm, you'll be mortified to know. or amused, depending on your levels of cynicism.
a series of religious murals in the fort district of downtown bombay (mumbai) begins here:http://fotola.com/berylium/mr_walker/document-mr_walker3ff7f53aa6cd1.html
india is pretty casual about its religion sometimes ... not only do shiva and krishna get a showing, but on the same wall we see jesus, and i think also muhammed (tho i'm not sure).
(yes, i'm still bloody smoking.)
back from the edge
pardon my absence, but i've been in india for a month. what a place! yes, i'll put some stuff up, in fact i've a whole series that I think is quite well suited for my fotola page ... soon, ok?
(and ... no, I haven't stopped smoking yet - smokes are sooo cheap in India, and you can smoke anywhere and everywhere, so i just couldn't help but live it up ... not that my lungs needed more toxins with the lovely brown bombay air, but that's the mind of a smoker for you ... fingers crossed, eh?)
this time i mean it, ok? (stop laughing ...)
seriously now, i really should stop smoking.
my family history screams the fact.
grandfather: died of lung cancer.
grandmother: died of a blood clot.
aunt: died of lung cancer.
father: two heart attacks and still smoking.
did i say "screams"?
screeches, more like ... into a megaphone turned up to eleven, inches from my ear ... it wails and moans the fact, it stomps on my head and asks: "do you understand yet?" ... it grabs me by the collar and leers with stench-breath in my face ...
so here goes again ...
"it is by will alone that i set my mind in motion ..." (dune)
the old roots grow deep
it's not that easy.
depends on how determined i am
to make my life happier.
why do we make so much pain