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Head of Hair

Posted in Timeless Black & White with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 2, 2013 by designldg

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“O fleecy hair, falling in curls to the shoulders!
O black locks! O perfume laden with nonchalance!
Ecstasy! To people the dark alcove tonight
With memories sleeping in that thick head of hair.
I would like to shake it in the air like a scarf!

Sweltering Africa and languorous Asia,
A whole far-away world, absent, almost defunct,
Dwells in your depths, aromatic forest!
While other spirits glide on the wings of music,
Mine, O my love! floats upon your perfume…”

These words are the beginning of “La Chevelure” a poem by French poet Charles Baudelaire from “Les Fleurs du Mal (Flowers of Evil)” published in 1851.
This is a link to the original poem in French with several translations in English,
fleursdumal.org/poem/203

This picture was shot along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
After taking a bath in the holy waters, this lady was styling her long white hair under the sun.
She was old, beautiful, graceful and bearing the quintessence of femininity.
This is why Baudelaire’s words came to me quite naturally as he was the base of my educational journey when I was a teenager…

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Everlasting Beauty

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“It`s not how old you are, it`s how you are old.”
(Jules Renard – French author, 1864–1910)

This lady came from South India in order to worship the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
After taking a bath in the holy waters, she was styling her long white hair under the sun.
The quintessence of femininity was visible through her graceful gestures…she was beautiful…

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In God’s Hands

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“I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God’s hands, that I still possess”
(Martin Luther – German Priest and Scholar whose questioning led to the Protestant Reformation, 1483-1546)

Three ladies were performing a puja at Gay ghat at the feet of the big statue of Nandi which stands in front of several Shiva ligams.
We were alone and they smiled at me, the day was rising up among a heavy mist.
I didn’t want to disturb that moment but they insisted that I took some pictures, they seemed to be happy.

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Her Own Light Shining

Posted in Banarsi (Portraits) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 16, 2011 by designldg

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“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most.
We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?’
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won’t feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It’s not just in some of us; it’s in all of us.
And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
(From “A Return to Love” by Maryanne Williamson – American spiritual activist & author, b.1952)

This lady was standing at the door of her house nearby Alamgir Mosque, she was waiting for the milkman.
She was wondering why I wanted to take a few pictures of her, thinking she was old and not interesting.
I told her that her beauty was shining, she was graceful…
She was smiling with modesty and her gift was to allow me to see her “own light shine”…

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“Notre plus grande peur n’est pas d’être insuffisants.
Notre plus grande peur est d’être capable au-delà de toute mesure.
C’est notre lumière et non notre obscurité qui nous effraye le plus.
Nous nous posons la question: «qui suis-je pour oser me penser comme quelqu’un de brillant, grandiose, plein de talents fabuleux ?»
Mais en fait, qui êtes-vous pour ne pas oser l’être ?
Vous êtes un enfant de Dieu. Jouer petit ne sert pas le Monde.
Il n’y a rien de transformé à se faire tout petit de manière à ce que les autres ne se sentent pas mal à l’aise autour de vous. Nous sommes nés pour rendre manifeste la gloire de Dieu qui est en nous.
Et elle ne se trouve pas seulement chez certains d’entre nous ; elle est en chacun de nous.
Et en laissant briller notre propre lumière, nous donnons inconsciemment aux autres la permission de faire de même.
Au fur et à mesure que nous sommes libérés de notre peur, notre présence automatiquement libère les autres.”
(Extrait de “Le Retour de l’Amour” de Marianne Williamson – écrivain américain, née en 1952)

Cette femme se tenait à la porte de sa maison près d ela mosquée d’Alamgir à Benares (Varanasi), elle attendait le laitier.
Elle se demandait pourquoi je voulais prendre quelques photos d’elle, pensant qu’elle était vieille et peu intéressante.
Je lui ai répondu que sa beauté rayonnait, qu’elle était gracieuse…
Elle a souri avec retenue et son cadeau était de me permettre de voir “briller sa propre lumière”…

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Joy and Sorrow

Posted in Banarsi (Portraits) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 18, 2011 by designldg

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“… joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . . remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.”
( Kahlil Gibran – Lebanese born American philosophical essayist, novelist and poet. 1883-1931)

Early in the morning I went to Nepali ghat in Varanasi (Benaras) where stand two huge water tanks painted in pink which became a great background in order to take a series of portraits.
Since a few days the Eternal city has to bear unusual cold temperatures and there is a heavy fogg which is covering everything adding a mysterous light to the atmosphere. Any colour is turning into muted shades.
This lady came from far away with a group of pilgrims in order to worship the holy waters of the Ganges.
She was waiting for a boat, she was happy to be there but she wasn’t used to such a weather.
I could see joy and sorrow in her eyes…


With Every Dawn

Posted in The Oldest Living City in the World with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 23, 2010 by designldg

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“Let every dawn be to you as the beginning of life, and every setting sun be to you as its close.”
(John Ruskin – English Writer, 1819-1900)

At dawn, I took this picture along the Ganges at Assi Ghat in Varanasi (Benaras).
This lady was draping her silk sari after taking a bath in the holy waters melting with silver and gold at that peculiar hour.
This graceful choregraphy could be a kind of unconscious ritual which helps to face the new day starting as if it was a new beginning of life.
After all there is a new beginning coming with every dawn.

A Wordless Song

Posted in Banarsi (Portraits) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 23, 2010 by designldg

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“In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.”
(Khalil Gibran – Lebanese American artist, poet, and writer, 1883–1931)

This is one more picture of this lady who came nearby Jatar ghat along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras) where I was sitting.
It was at dawn, after taking a bath in the holy waters she changed her clothes and she stood for a while under a red sari which she hung in order to dry.
I took many shots of her and she didn’t mind, she just said I was crazy and that she was too old to become my model, we had a good laugh, she had a nice sense of humour.
Later she was singing, I can’t remember what the song was about, it is now a wordless song on my picture…