Favourites of the Week 13/4-19/4

Sunset from the train. Water and sunsets are two things I have way too many pictures of. It's something of an addiction...

This guy was trying to calm his horse who wanted to run down the hill. Most of the guys I've seen stay on their cart no matter what, and don't make much of an effort with their horses. So it was nice to see this guy actually taking care of his horse. 

Camouflage dog...

This was at a place where people come to bathe in the river, believing that it will give them a free ticket to heaven. Men are there in shorts and no shirts, or just in their underwear, but women still have to stay covered up, even when bathing. Many of the women were very serious, collecting water in jars, or just sort of sitting and watching others, but once in a while, I'd notice small groups of women throwing water at each other and laughing and chatting. Just sort of a different side to things.

Pretty sure I just like this because of the colours and the flow of the fabric. Nothing major about it.

They have the statue of their 'god' with his back turned to them. I thought that seemed significant. They're coming to basically wash their sins away, and he's not even acknowledging them.

This little guy was just so cute. Someone was feeding scraps to him and his brother, and I thought he was adorable

This one picture has so much in it, I'm not sure what I like the best about it. I guess the combination of everything. I have separate pictures of each element, and they're ok, but not all that great. I really like this picture though, with all of them together. 

They were filming a movie across the river, and this little girl sat there staring at the actresses for a long time. She was probably supposed to be begging, but she took a break to just be a little girl and watch the actresses in their beautiful dresses.

Again, no real reason. I just like it. Which I'm ok with

Favourites of the Week 6/4-12/4

This guy made the best roti I've ever had. Oh my goodness... best part of breakfast almost every morning while I was in Jammu. He seemed a little unsure of why I was taking a picture, but then seemed happy that I wanted to.

And then he wanted me to take another picture because he wanted to be sure that his wife was in the picture too. She was quite embarrassed by it, but I thought it was sweet that he was so concerned that she was in the picture too.



This little guy was in Delhi. There was such chaos; cars, motorcycles, buses, autos, so many things moving at higher speeds, then there was this little dude, jogging through town with his massive load. It always strikes me as funny, this mix of modern and ancient that one sees in any town around India.

I was a little confused by this place. There were homeless people all around, and yet there were piles of food all around the statue, attracting birds and dogs and such. You could see it from a long way away; not really the statue, but the birds soaring and wheeling around. 
In a way, it made me sad. You expect pigeons and suchlike to be flocking around statues, among droves of people, between two busy streets, but not birds of prey. Birds of prey are supposed to be majestic, aloof, above it all. Not chasing desperately after the leftovers of the human world.  

I usually hate cockroaches. Not enough that I kill them (I don't even kill mosquitoes...), but I can't stand having them in my house. Maybe it's because it wasn't my house, and I was there only for a few days. Maybe it was because I was depressed over too much death in my life the previous week, and needed something to take my mind off of it. I'm not sure. But I watched this cockroach for quite a while that evening. It didn't come toward me, but it didn't seem terribly concerned when I drew close to take the picture either.
God put a certain beauty into bugs, though most people don't see it. There is such design, and such delicate functionality. I realize that I am in the minority thinking this, but that's ok.



These two pictures of seemingly abandoned bicycle rickshaws may not have been taken another day. I noticed them more on this day, because they looked depressed, abandoned, and dead. This day was a week after I found out that my Uncle died, and the day after I found out my pony died. Needless to say, I was pretty down as I walked around. I was trying to keep my mind on more positive things (I get enough attention walking down the street, no need to randomly burst into tears), but I feel like some of my pictures from that day reflected how I felt. 



And then in the middle of my walk, I saw a dinosaur, standing there in the middle of everything. It was one of those things that was so random that I didn't even know what to think right then. It was actually advertising a science museum, which was a surprisingly good distraction for my mind. It at least made me think about things outside of myself so my thoughts did not remain in a swirling vortex inside my head. And it all started when I saw this dinosaur. 

Freelancer

I have friends who are freelancers. Freelance photographers, freelance writers, freelance videographers, etc., etc. I just realized that I am a freelance missionary. The longest I’ve ever served one mission organization was about 10 months. Sometimes I get crap for that. I need to get a real job, I need to settle down. But this is where I am right now. I come in and help start up a program, and I leave. Or I come and help fill a gap that needs to be filled for a short time. And I leave again. In a way it’s nice. I like being useful, and filling in where I am needed. In a way it sucks. I see the birth of new ministries, then leave before they really grow. I don’t make many friends, because it’s hard to make friends when everyone knows you’re only around for a few months. And it’s hard for me to bother also. There’s so much effort that goes into an introvert making friends, and sometimes it’s hard to do that, knowing that it won’t last.

I make friends, or fall in love with a place, and then I leave. And I don’t know if I’ll be back. I might, or I might wind up somewhere else. Who knows. I make plans, and they change. So I make new plans, and they change again. And it continues like that.

I had someone recently ask me why I keep changing my mind when I was explaining what my schedule has looked like this past year, and what it is looking like for the rest of the year. She didn’t understand why I wouldn’t choose one place and stay there permanently. Sometimes that sounds appealing. Staying in one place, being part of a community, a church, a family. But that’s that for me. At least not for now. It seems like this trip is more like that in this trip than it ever has been before. My timings are fluid, I meet new people, and I listen to their dreams and plans for connecting with their community. I tell them what I have learned about such things, through my experience, and through conversations with others. I connect people I’ve met across the country, people who can help each other to alter their communities, people who may not have connected otherwise. I add more to my plans as I am invited back to help with the programs they are starting; the programs that I’m helping them plan for.

There is a lot of excitement in planning a new venture. There is the consideration that there will be a lot of hard work, but that doesn’t even matter in light of the thought of the people you will be able to impact. There are the dreams of those faces of the people who will be changed, the families and communities which will be touched, the relationships which will be formed.

And that’s the hard thing. The way things are going now, I will not have these relationships. I will help others plan and design. I will help them to get the resources to start their businesses or ministries. And then I will leave, and they will build the program. They will bring people in, work with them, and form deep, life-changing relationships. And I will be onto my next place; a new place where I will stay for a few months, or even a few days, trying to make myself build relationships, even knowing that the relationship will probably falter when I leave and it goes to an internet friendship.

I travel, and I love traveling. I enjoy what I am doing, and I like to help where I am needed, then move on. In a way. But some days it is hard. Some days I want friends who are nearby that I can invite over for coffee, or a movie night or whatever. I want people that I can really talk to, having spent enough time to create genuine trust between us.

But I also have new friends who come into my life, and we make a difference to each other, then never see each other again. It’s a different kind of friendship, but still entirely valid.

And really, is it more important in the long run to have all of the things I want, or to be doing the things I’m supposed to be doing? I’d say the latter is far more important.

Favourites of the Week 3/30-4/5

I'm a little behind on these. Sorry about that...

I took this picture out the window of a bus as I was headed to Abids. We were at a really long stoplight, and this guy was smoking in the auto in front of us. I’m not a fan of smoking, but I like the way this turned out, with the veined hand and the design of his sleeve. 



Somehow this photo reminds me of my Grama Helen. I think it’s something about the way she is walking. She looks very self-assured, like she’s not going to take crap from anyone, which certainly describes Grama.

This was my first ever chance to hold a monkey. His owners really wanted me to take pictures of them and the monkey, so I asked to hold him. He was softer than I expected. Very energetic, but also friendly. Didn’t try to bite, even when annoyed (though, judging by the ginger way his owner tried to take my earbud out of his mouth, I think he can probably have an attitude when he wants to…). He sort of gnawed on my fingers if they were near his mouth, but it was more like a puppy playing, not anything aggressive.

 

I found the best way to get him to stay still though, was to let him chew on my earbud (which I thought at the time wasn’t working. Found out later that it was). He would sit contentedly on my arm as long as he had something to chew.

Not sure if this is a bicycle rickshaw storage area, or a bicycle rickshaw graveyard, but it evokes a sense of abandonment and waiting.



I'm not sure what these kids were doing. Aside from this one on land, there were a couple in the water who appeared to be fishing things out of the water. After seeing (and smelling) the river they were in, I wouldn't fancy even sticking my feet in. But they were covered with the water and didn't seem to even care.



 

This very much goes along with what I've been learning about the Muslim community since being here. I feel like, in the States, even if one does not believe that Muslims are evil, one still does not really have any other input given about the Muslim community, so we simply end up dumb. One of the biggest things I've learned from people who are working in business side by side with Muslims is the fact that Muslims are very warm, welcoming, hospitable people. These are the things we need to hear, not the people who say that Muslims are evil and they're all terrorists.

This was taken from up inside Charminar. It was relatively quiet up there, not too many people, and it was an interesting view of the chaos down below, which I had been in five minutes earlier. Such a crush and a tangle, I do not know how people manage half the time. The traffic around Charminar is utter madness. Long rows of women in burqas, with their daughters in various stages of being covered up, all holding hands to avoid being separated as they weave their way through foot and vehicle traffic. Horns blaring, people trying to be heard, shop owners attempting to entice people into their shops. It's enough to drive anyone batty. But it is also a very invigorating experience. You have to make your own way through the crowd, trying not to simply be swept along by it, and when you manage to break through and find yourself on a few feet of peaceful ground, you take a breath, enjoy the stillness for a moment, then jump back into the current.

People mostly hate pigeons. I know that. But I love them. They photograph well, and they have a certain beauty that one does not always notice. Pigeons are often looked at as drab, grey creatures. They look like smog, and are about as fondly looked upon. But when you look at them in the sunlight, the light glances off their feathers, making them shimmer and change colours in the light. Pigeons have colours in their feathers worthy of a peacock, though they come in smaller, less noticeable packages. They remind me that beauty can be found in the things that are seen as drab and boring.

This was on my bathroom window sill. He froze there as soon as he noticed me, as though hoping that I'd not see him. I love the way that everything came together in various shades of a single colour. The lizard looks poised to run at any second (and I'm pretty sure he didn't stay here much longer. He got a little camera shy and scooted out the window).