mukundgarh makes you feel like it's waiting for something
waiting for a person
a celebration
a mourning sometimes
the furniture waits,the sun passes over. politely. searing its path through
the people stare into the distance
quite like the faces in the frescoes
plastic bags slide past on the empty road scratching noisily at the surface
sluggish, heavy
the streets speak strange languages here
sound echoes
the scratching sounds incredibly close
LPG cylinders travel the same way the plastic bags do
people are shy, they can be woken into curiosity
they need their space though,and it's an idea I've come to work out as a method in my head for some time now
I give them space in the compositions too on this 8 Mpix cam I accidentally got my hands on.
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