. . . The smoldering fires of refuse rise to the sky as incense anointing the countryside - providing harmony and prayer. The rubble and buildings falling in disrepair are now the simple dwellings of occupants in tune with nature's surround, not needing much more than a dry patch of ground and flat dirt roads to ply. The scents and smells once notable in their offense now anoint the air and provide ancient and exotic end notes. Good morning India. Forgive me the burden of my former misconception.
Dog Day Afternoon
Sidewalk Shoe Sales
Bicycle Repair
Dichotomy
Woodworking Shoppe
Transportation
Six Feet of Separation
Dry Cleaning and Ironing
Intermission
Oil Purveyor
Traffic Light
Terracotta
For the Gods
Pot Salesperson
Amnesty
Proud Son
Street Beggar