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Very recently during a virtual hangout (because that is normal now) we were discussing relationships that are born from routine. More specifically it was about our “cart food” friends — people from whom we buy food everyday, how they become part of our lives, how amazing it is when they get Venmo, what happens when they “disappear”. These were mostly my friends speaking — they still have those relationships. I ended mine with my “cart person” when I began working from home — and I miss him and how he always knew my order. …


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As we grow, build, and change, we keep what makes us strong.

These roots have seen many thousands of seasons — wisdoms that are old and sturdy exist within them.

Only a simple mind would do away with what’s old and strong — right?

But these can also be seen as shackles — preventing new growth, new mindsets, new thinking.

What makes sense to keep from what’s old?

Old belongings, old traditions, customs, relationships even — how do you decide what is allowed to see you through your growth, and whose time is up?

Photographer’s caption: A wall built around a tree or a tree that has grown through a wall? I’m not entirely sure. Sri Lanka.


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The rings on a tree let slip its age.

The writing on these trees are hints into people’s secrets, loves, hates, and feelings at the time.

It is interesting how we humans feel the primal need to be remembered.

We leave behind legacies, inheritances, family heirlooms, offspring, letters, and markings on trees.

Left here for perceived eternity, for the future years to decipher our secrets, our loves, our hates, our feelings; marked in time by the rings on a bamboo tree.

Photographer’s Caption: Etchings made on Giant Bamboo at the Royal Botanical Gardens, Perediniya, Sri Lanka


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John Steinbeck and Robert Capa set out to chronicle everyday life in Soviet Union during the Cold War which resulted in a book, that I can read over and over again, titled A Russian Journal. While Steinbeck did most of the writing, Capa would sometimes interject with hilarious paragraphs of text to explain a point of view that he felt needed to be addressed at that very place in the book.

I feel like we’re at a similar place and time with this photo-writing initiative of ours where I, the photographer, would like to be the one tapping on the…


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Animal body language can teach us so much. Look at this dog. He or she outweighs the little gecko atleast a hundred times. But yet their approach is with caution- head low, surveying the other creature’s “aura”, and sniffing for safety incase the little creature has offenses unbeknownst to the pup.

We shouldn’t judge a person by what we first see. We shouldn’t decide that we are powerful or powerless with our first approach. Their experiences could have taught them things we know nothing about.

To borrow from Mark Manson- “Uncertainty removes our judgement of others.

What would our lives…


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Not always on the other side.

We often exhaust ourselves thinking of that next big move, what more we “need” to be “happy”, what lies beyond the current, and most dangerously — why do we not have what that other person does?

But if you look carefully this landscape is a strong reminder that we are more fortunate than we realize. The plush green grass is often right by us. What lies in the distance is hazy and undefined. And, that we can only make some assumptions about that other person’s “happiness” based on how (little) we can see.

So, take this new week, lay in the grass that is right by you, and revel in your fortune. The hills in the distance will still be around when you are done.

Photographer’s Caption: Monsoon landscape photographed during a train journey between Mumbai & Lonavala, India.


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Love Mumbai.
Love Pune.
Love Delhi.
Love Tally.
Love Norwich.
Love New York City.

As many lives, those many loves. All the places we arrived at, made lives in, we learned things in, and grew up in. Each one made us whole, even though each one kept a part of our soul.

Love,
Two souls.

Photographer’s Caption: People cross the Love Mumbai installation by Hitesh Malviya, at the Promenade at Bandra Reclamation, Mumbai, India


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From a thumbnail view while looking through the pool of my amazingly talented friend’s pictures, this picture looked like the 36th street stop on the N,Q line in Queens, NY. My heart leapt at the thought of all the Astoria stories that define her and me — cheap haircuts, decadent desserts, the sexiest Americano in the world, old crotchety landlords, and airhorns. (Make of this what you will.) And so, I double clicked only to find this is no where near New York City and that cold, windy Astoria stop.

This is India. This is where we grew up. This…


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“This is a roughly 20 year old homo sapiens. We had her shipped from the deepest part of the Amazon where just 103 more like her exist. Please don’t tap the glass or she might exhibit aggression. Their species is not used to tiny confines, or others watching them this closely. In her natural habitat, she would be returning from work at this time to Netflix and her couch. We haven’t been able to properly erase that part of her brain. Please don’t feed or taunt this human.”

Trapping and viewing animals for pleasure is cowardice.

Photographer’s Caption: A museum goer waits for her group to return in the Hall of Primates at the American Museum of Natural History, New York City, USA


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When this picture is famous, I’ll be the girl that had the very first print signed by the artist.

I don’t think she understands why I love this capture so much, or why I made her print and send it to me 10,000 miles away, or why I would harass her everyday to please print me a copy when we lived in the same house.

She tried to capture a moment when the train doors had opened to reveal something so perfect - those people could be from another time, and the train doors but a figment from an Enid…

Her Photographs, My Words

I choose images from her archive & write a fictional take on them. I have no context about these images whatsoever. Photographer captions revealed at the end!

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