Circle of Life
After a month of trawling through my archives here is something fresh that I shot yesterday.
After a month of trawling through my archives here is something fresh that I shot yesterday.
This was shot in Vienna in a museum dedicated to (apparently) the oldest or oldest functioning Ferris Wheel in the world. This was one of the many exhibits, housed inside old tram cars and depicting, through these displays, Vienna during different time periods in her history.
I had posted a (nosiy) photo of the Ferris Wheel before on this blog here . You can see another photo of a different display (Vienna after WWII) from the above museum here.
A different angle. A different scene.
At night, the lights lit up like god’s laughter.
Yesterday was Diwali. Also called Deepavali , it is a major Hindu festival. Known as the "Festival of Lights," it symbolises the victory of good over evil, and lamps are lit as a sign of celebration and hope for mankind. The festival of Diwali is also about harvesting. Celebrations focus on lights and lamps, particularly traditional diyas. Fireworks are associated with the festival in many regions of India. Read more here. (Source: Wikipedia)
This was at a friend’s house where I was invited for dinner. It was a lovely evening with delicious food and wonderful company. Thank you Smita!
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Moving on, I’ve made many subtle modifications to the photoblog. Modified the archives page so that it loads faster and made some subtle changes to the main and about pages. More importantly, I’ve added a ‘purchase prints’ link under every photo which takes you to a page listing pricing details. The purpose of this photoblog is not to sell photos and I don’t really expect to sell anything. But if a photo of mine catches your eye and you would like to hang it on a wall in your house do get in touch with me. I’m eyeing a couple of (expensive) lenses and sure could use the extra money 🙂
The river flows gently, more water under the bridge. The warning lights of the harbor blink like owls. Quietly runs the water through my dusky thoughts.