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Your comment about cattle ranching is thoughtful - and also telling.

One well-reasoned reason why so many of us q43 now vegetarian - or even vegan.
Much of my work is devoted to examining how the myth of the (American) Old West plays out in modern bureaucratic, technological society. Trying to understand that, and seeing how that "origin story" of Western expansion is still so very much alive, is an attempt to come to terms with the current madness that's playing itself out in my country. That history of brutality towards Indigenous peoples, the land, and its creatures is still largely unacknowledged, and, like anything repressed, will manifest itself in spite of our denial.
You Ozzies have your own version of that history, too, as I know you're aware. We all have a lot of work to do, coming to terms with our past. And so little time to do it. I try to maintain hope.
 
A real tale from the crypt. In 1970 on first trip to India my plan was to concentrate on Kashmir, but travel agent said "you're so close, take a couple of days to visit the Taj Mahal".

At the site I spoke with another traveller, probably about photography. He came back after we parted to inform me that for 10 rupees there was a special tour into the crypt. I don't think this was a sanctioned thing but a side scam to add to the guards pension fund. I coughed up the needed coins, equal to a little over a dollar and rushed to join the group. I remember a metal door and narrow staircase going down. By the time I arrived in the crypt the spiel the other guard had delivered was over and everyone filed back up leaving me alone for a few seconds. Felt a little cheated missing the spiel and not having more time. At least get a photo.... Only problem, the M4 and 21mm SA that I was holding was loaded with Kodachrome 64, not the ideal film for available light. No time to dig the other M4 loaded with Tri-X out of the camera bad and change lenses. A quick meter reading gave 1/8" @ f/3.4 Hold breath.... snick.

I ran up the stairs to rejoin the group as getting locked in would not be funny,_____ made it just in time!
This is not the main chamber where Shah Jahan and Mumtaz are, but one of the outer chambers meant for other members of the royal family.
The door on the right is where the stairs were,


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A real tale from the crypt. In 1970 on first trip to India my plan was to concentrate on Kashmir, but travel agent said "you're so close, take a couple of days to visit the Taj Mahal".

At the site I spoke with another traveller, probably about photography. He came back after we parted to inform me that for 10 rupees there was a special tour into the crypt. I don't think this was a sanctioned thing but a side scam to add to the guards pension fund. I coughed up the needed coins, equal to a little over a dollar and rushed to join the group. I remember a metal door and narrow staircase going down. By the time I arrived in the crypt the spiel the other guard had delivered was over and everyone filed back up leaving me alone for a few seconds. Felt a little cheated missing the spiel and not having more time. At least get a photo.... Only problem, the M4 and 21mm SA that I was holding was loaded with Kodachrome 64, not the ideal film for available light. No time to dig the other M4 loaded with Tri-X out of the camera bad and change lenses. A quick meter reading gave 1/8" @ f/3.4 Hold breath.... snick.

I ran up the stairs to rejoin the group as getting locked in would not be funny,_____ made it just in time!
This is not the main chamber where Shah Jahan and Mumtaz are, but one of the outer chambers meant for other members of the royal family.
The door on the right is where the stairs were,


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The ceiling above Mumtaz Mahal’s tomb.
 

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One day I was walking along the beach, the morning after a heavy thunderstorm. The waves had washed up a lot of dead birds on the sand, so sad.. I assume they were caught out in the thunderstorm. I decided to chronicle each bird as if recording a massacre - which in a way it was.

November 2013. Nikon 1 V1.

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One day I was walking along the beach, the morning after a heavy thunderstorm. The waves had washed up a lot of dead birds on the sand, so sad.. I assume they were caught out in the thunderstorm. I decided to chronicle each bird as if recording a massacre - which in a way it was.

November 2013. Nikon 1 V1.

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This is awesome.

Now I want a Nikon V1. Damn.
 
Bird migrations are miraculous, despite the tragedies. The worst dangers are due to loss of habitat at both ends and of high value feeding spots along the way. One of my favorite books recently is “A World on the Wing”, by Scott Weidensaul.
 
Saint Matthews Church, Todd, North Carolina
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Dia de Los Muertos, Day of the Dead, Patzcuaro, Mexico. There are two nights. The first night the children come from the Underworld to visit, the second night the adults come. This was shot on the night when the children visit, 31 October - 1 November. It is an evening of joy and solemnity, the annual visit.

The Marigolds are the most popular flower for this. Lights are important, the more the better. Generator powered electric lights were being used, too. Ponche, a non-alcoholic sugary fruit punch is sold and consumed, helpful in the chill of the night. The tradition is pre-Columbian in its roots. It goes way back. The lights are on the grave, the visitors sit around the grave. While it is joyful it is also sad because the visit will not come again until next year.

DSC01176 by West Phalia, on Flickr​
 
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Last year I photographed my father holding a picture of my mother, who was killed on the altar of medicine during the corona epidemic two years earlier.
I'm going to spoil my father, who is celebrating his 91st birthday today, with a chocolate and whipped cream cake and a joint sip of French cognac.

L1001187 S11 sml color Wet Plate by Jeri Leibovits, on Flickr

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