India is a photographer’s dream: colourful, expressive, beautiful and interesting. Mickey’s not been short of topics to click. Here’s a selection of what we’ve seen so far in Indian life…
MG metro station
Bangalore has some great street art, MG metro being a colourful example. Not far away sits Blossom's bookhouse, packed wall to wall with books over several floors...the stuff of dreams
By any means
En route from MTM2016 to Bangalore we had a wonderful introduction to Indian life on the road, friendly waves were given as they went by
Temples and Tuktuks
The autorikshaws are an experience all of their own, though the locals are far better than us at getting the most out of them
Reminiscences of when Bangalore deserved its name "the garden city". Whilst it still has beautiful spaces, we're told that development has made it all but unrecognisable to the locals that knew it back then
Life of all classes
The haphazard notion of shops and buildings here redefines what's possible where and gives interest to every street. Many of the slum dwellers have refused more formal housing, choosing instead to rent them out. Many of the tin-roofed shacks have satellite dishes on them, confusing traditional notions of slums.
Lost in art
A guy stands off, sketching, from the stimulating poetry in the park gathering we're attending in Cubbon park, organised by Lyn.
A rural cowherd tends his animals. These guys live a hard life in some ways, out all day in the sun, wandering to find grazing. But there's usually a shady tree to catch a nap under too. I guess every job has its ups and downs.
A visit to Elephant Pocket in Bandipur, brings tea.
Long walk home
Captured unawares just outside Bandipur Tiger Reserve
Indian gives a whole new meaning to luggage. II could stand and watch these guys load their bikes for hours and learn a thing or two but I only see them on the road.
The sights and sounds
Vehicles of all shapes and sizes pass by on the streets of Bangalore in an endless stream, frozen in time here.
Monkeys run amok a Gudivanka temple with mischievous glints in their eyes.
The kids at Salachintanapalli find a new toy and make the most of it, inventive young hearts and brimming with mischief every one.
Another fully loaded vehicle...we just can't end our fascination with them
Wash day continued
A lady gets her washing down in front of her house as we sail by in a auto
Bangalore street signs
Yesterday, on a short walk to meet friends, we passed no less than three guys peeing in the street with no apparent shame or modesty. These signs seem to have little effect but the intention is good. As with every country, the contradiction between what is acceptable (e.g. peeing in public) and what is not (e.g. kissing in public), seems to have no rhyme or reason
Goan fishing boats land for the night, their fishermen taking a while to fix nets, chat to others and just wind down from the day's work.
The team that tended us so well during our stay at Off the Grid
The trucks here are colourful and decorated with pride. Many bear hand-painted number plates and registration information
Bandipur, a man draws water from the well.
A recycling plant. Rubbish handling here seems to be a bit hit and miss, with stories of authorities recombining separated waste and putting it all to landfill and huge piles simply dumped by the side of the road for cows to graze in. Still, it's heartening to see some efforts still.
Washing, old style. There was a washing machine on campus but many preferred to do it this way.
Captured on campus
Happy out on wheels
Shoes sit outside a classroom waiting for their owners to finish their lesson and reclaim them.
A typical street
Auto and sacred cow, side by side in Kuppam
A man tends his business just next to a small temple to Ganesh. He asked Mickey to take a picture for him.
Cow herd beggar
This man walked past us when we were out on a ride to the local temples one Monday. We'd stopped by the lake and he later approached, asking the guys we were with a few questions and having a conversation. He waited for them to ride off before extending his hand to us for money. Unfortunately, for many it seems to be the response when met with a foreigner. But there are many and more who want nothing but time and interaction from you.
Our presence on a campus bus causes a buzz of excited curiosity.
One evening after dinner we notice an orange haze on the horizon. A fire has been lit and is approaching fast. We found out the following day it had been started by a cigarette butt
Helmet or hair protector?
The use of helmets is not ingrained here, though laws in the city increase uptake. Out in rural areas they're rarely seen and apparently serve better to keep hair dry...
The pious cleanse themselves in the lake at the foot of the hill that holds the temple, before receiving their blessing from the priest there.
Off the Grid, hot water. Each day they'd stoke the fire so we could have an open air shower - perfect!
Road gang, caught in the act
A building crew work hard to get the road finished on campus. Each time Mickey tried to catch them they'd turn and smile so he waited in the bushes for a more natural shot when their hands were full.
Indian building site
The building is taking shape at Elephant Pocket, though the building crew dress quite differently, with flips flops replacing steel toes caps, there are obvious similarities in expressions when they begin to discuss a tricky part of the build. Though the tools may look more basic, many of them that I've come across make more ergonomic sense that ours on closer inspection.
As we walked,, quietly chatting one evening we heard a shouted greeting. It took us a few moments to locate the caller as he was perched at the top of pole. We expressed surprise to see him up there without ladder or harness so a few moments later he demonstrated his skill by deftly and swiftly descending.