January 2025

Fallen Angels. Calangute Beach. Jan 2025 Between light and shadow, real and the ethereal, the living and the dead. Descending from grace or rising from despair?

Disturbed not by my thoughts, the visitor on the bollard foraging for the day. Jan 2025.

These walls, they bind me to the past. I cry. Letting go comes not easy. Old Goa. Jan 2025

I stumbled upon a clearing one morn, when per chance the divine opened her arms and enfolded me. Old Goa. Jan 2025

Once the river is crossed, the boat becomes a burden we leave behind and walk onward. Old Goa. Jan 2024 One more from my trip to Old Goa. I came across this old upturned boat that most certainly abandoned. In zen philosophy, its said, we each use the boat to cross the river. But once

Vice Grip. Old Goa. Jan 2025 What’s it gonna take to break your cold hard heart. When Nature strikes back with a vice-like grip. Walked down the river in Old Goa after dropping my sister off at the St Francis Xavier Basilica. It was 6.45 am and chilly. As I walked down the lonely road,

Our paths we etch in the sands of time. Calangute, Goa. Jan 2025 Day 3 and I continue with my theme of the beach. This time I was struck by the black markings on the sand made as the tide went out. I wanted a “sunset” image without showing the sunset – an abstraction of

Soon, the shadows lengthen and dusk spreads her blanket over our love. All that remains is an inky black. Calangute, Goa. Jan 2025 I took this image after the sun had set and most of the swimmers had gone to party in the shacks that dot the beach. This one couple lingered on to take

All we have is this moment. The eternal now. There is no tomorrow. No yesterday. Calangute, Goa. Dec 31 2024 Today is the first day of my “Photo a Day 2025” project. I want to use this as an exercise in seeing. But I am a bit hesitant. Will I be able to keep this