Yesterday we went to Shekhawati, a township along the road to Bikaner.
The drumming begins. This ceremony takes place in the days preceding Holi. They used to destroy the drums, symbolically breaking the calcifications of wintertime, to welcome the short harvest before the hot summer.
We headed off to another village.
And then another. (Sorry, I don't have the village names. Leave a comment if you would like to supply this essential information).
A Temple visit was in order. This guy kept ranting about how Divya was obviously a Punjabi. We left assuming the entire area would now be shaken with rumours of a Punjabi incursion.
No village trip would be complete without a wizened old man holding a staff:
Georgie was surrounded.
Photographs and short written pieces concerning my time in Rajasthan, India, working for the Jaipur Virasat Foundation.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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Wow, man... wow. You are really becomming a great photographer. It isn't easy to take pictures of people like you do. Really, really great stuff.
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