Viajar por #india es VIAJAR 🌏❤ Como aquel día en que te quedas tirado en #khajurajo, camino de #varsnasi ... ya has visto todos los templos del kamasutra hasta hartarte y te hablan de unas cataratas cercanas que no están mal, aquel día no hay trenes así que ya que no tienes nada que hscer te dices que porqué no! En ese parque nacional no verás animales por ser temporada de monzón pero, oye, no vas a pasar la tarde sentada en un bar... haces grupo con un paisano y negocias un tuk tuk. Allá vamos 💪💪💪 Las cataratas de #raneh están a 2h del pueblo... a 40km/h como mucho porque el tuk tuk no da para más. El sitio no está mal pero lo verdaderamente guay es la charleta con los guardas del parque, el guía y el tuktukero que no para de fumar marhuana. Cuando ya lleva toda la plantación decide que nos vamos ya o nos pilla la noche y... efectivamente, nos pilla la noche montados en el #tuktuk , dando brincos por #laindia más profunda y rural, la luna como única iluminación, vas dejando al
"AMBER ARCHES" —
On a scouting trip to Rajasthan, India, in October of 1977, I was standing on the balcony of Amber Palace overlooking the countryside near Jaipur. Behind me a short colonnade paralleled the balcony, leading to the palace exit. Turning to leave, I saw this striking pattern of repeating arches that stopped me in my tracks. The scene was perfect … but it needed a proper subject to pass through the colonnade to make it sing. So I decided to wait and see what might come along. Slipping into the shadows at one end of the tunnel of arches, I made myself as inconspicuous as possible while setting up the shot. Then, with my camera on tripod, and focus, exposure, and composition all set, I sat down on my camera case and quietly waited. And waited. And waited. And waited.
Time passed s-l-o-w-l-y as many unsuitable candidates unknowingly paraded in front of my lens. Then two young Indian couples entered the courtyard and walked to the balcony together. One of the women was in a beautiful blue sari that perfectly complemented the golden arches, but her friends were all in western dress and it was obvious she was not going to separate from the group. But I kept a hopeful eye on her anyway.
They stayed at the balcony for quite awhile, then turned toward the colonnade to leave. I could see it wasn’t going to happen, and my hopes began to sink. Then, as if reading my mind, the three in western dress paused briefly to talk, and my saried princess walked through the archways alone. One shot, one-sixtieth of a second frozen in time, to enjoy forever. In the years since this picture was first published by Kodak , many costumed models have walked this path, and many exposures have been made trying to duplicate the scene. Some have even won awards. But none, in my opinion, will ever match the unstaged beauty of this candid moment in time.