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A Perpetual Morning

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“To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning”.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson – American Poet, Lecturer and Essayist, 1803-1882)

 

This picture belongs to a series shot along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras) at sunrise when the holy waters become liquid gold.
It is the moment when human souls are lost between dreams and reality and when it is sometimes possible to feel a glimpse of the “hereafter”.
Those magic periods of time only happen at dawn in the Eternal city also called the navel of the world.
This man came to do his laundry like he always do when the freshness of the night is still around, knowing that soon the heat of the sun will dry his clothes fast and will allow him to go to work.
It’s a matter of timing which comes back every morning, perpetually…

 

 

Many Paths

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“Do not say that the Vedas, the Bible and the Koran are false.
Those who do not contemplate them are false.”
(The Sri Guru Granth Sahib, page 1350, The holy book of the Sikhs)

 

According to the Sikh Gurus there are “many paths” leading to the one God and ultimate salvation for all souls who treading on the path of righteousness.
This was shot at sunrise along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras) at the time when the holy waters become liquid gold, the moment when dreams are melting with reality, the moment with visions of what we humans are not supposed to see…
This young man wanted to enjoy the freshness of the night which was still there for a few more minutes, he was going to his washing board and soon he would start washing laundry.

 

 

Mystery at Dawn

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“Each time dawn appears, the mystery is there in its entirety.”
(René Daumal – French writer and poet, 1908-1944)

This is a view of the Ganges shot at dawn from Dashaswamedh (Main) Ghat in Varanasi (Benaras) at the time of all mysteries…

 

Mystery at Dawn

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“Each time dawn appears, the mystery is there in its entirety.”
(René Daumal – French writer and poet, 1908-1944)

This is a view of the Ganges shot at dawn from Dashaswamedh (Main) Ghat in Varanasi (Benaras) at the time of all mysteries…

Loosing My Religion

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“Life is bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I’ve said too much
I set it up

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I’m
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I’ve said too much
I set it up

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream”
(“Loosing My Religion” by R.E.M.)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=if-UzXIQ5vw
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_XFMCgeI7c&feature=player_em…

This was shot along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras) in winter, at dawn when the mist left suddenly and allowed to the see the reflection of the sun on the holy waters in silver and gold shades.

Stuff as Dreams

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“We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On, Rounded With a Little Sleep.”
(William Shakespeare – The Tempest)

The sun wanted to rise but the fog didn’t want to leave.
The mist was refusing to split the night and to disturb the sound of silence.
Or maybe I was still dreaming…
It was at dawn at Dashaswamedh (Main) Ghat in Varanasi (Benaras).

 

Fog is Rising

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“Let us go in; the fog is rising.”
(Emily Dickinson – American Poet, 1830-1886)

This was shot at dawn at Dashaswamedh (Main) Ghat in Varanasi (Benaras) after one of the most freezing night of the year.
Those devotees were braving winter and walking in the holy water of the Ganges in order to worship.
There were a few floating candles burning, it was still quiet and as it was still very early the border between dreams and reality was not really settled so far…