Varanasi Texture
Here's my Varanasi Texture Diptych. I think those numbers are home and business addresses but I can't be sure. To be a mailman in this town would be fascinating work. And if all it takes is some chalk on a wall to get yourself a house number there's bound to be some confusion.
Judging by the traffic, which is nuts, there is no mail service. Everyone simply walks, drives, cycles or rides their way to meet in person. It's the only thing I can think of to account for all the movement. Of course, I'm open to other ideas.
New York's Times Square looks like a sleepy backwater next to this place. What Varanasi lacks in building height, it makes up for in sensory overload. When was the last time you casually got horned by a cow into an oncoming motorized rickshaw that caught a stray strap on your backpack and dragged you backwards? When was the last time you heard more than 50 car horns going off at once and you didn't even look up to see what might be eliciting such behavior? Let's just say that photography doesn't address these questions very well.
Take pictures anyway.
Judging by the traffic, which is nuts, there is no mail service. Everyone simply walks, drives, cycles or rides their way to meet in person. It's the only thing I can think of to account for all the movement. Of course, I'm open to other ideas.
New York's Times Square looks like a sleepy backwater next to this place. What Varanasi lacks in building height, it makes up for in sensory overload. When was the last time you casually got horned by a cow into an oncoming motorized rickshaw that caught a stray strap on your backpack and dragged you backwards? When was the last time you heard more than 50 car horns going off at once and you didn't even look up to see what might be eliciting such behavior? Let's just say that photography doesn't address these questions very well.
Take pictures anyway.
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