At the bridge of the failed painter, I stoop and check the sagging timbers before placing one foot, then the other, on this sorry decrepitude. It cracks and pops like a first fleet ship, but the sounds are not ominous; more the rattled wheezing of an invalid friend. I proceed with care,sucking the thumb pricked on its splintery balustrade. Ahead, lies the gate and welltrod path and, branching like spider veins, the merest hints of tracks―overgrown, leading to a wilderness filled with possibilities. I stand and consider. Buttoning my duffel coat—a veteran of the moth wars, I step off the path, and into the weeds.
©L.M.Noonan
all photographs © L.M.Noonan
A few more random photographs; this time from walking around Udaipur.
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4 comments:
I like that shot of Bovine/Canine Yoga.
You certainly take wonderful photos!
Gorgeous pics - there's something a little surreal in each of them.
I love the one with little horse with what looks like painted hoofs. And in the top one it looks like there is a little goblin looking back at the beast from bottom right of the image.
As for moving to QLD - tempting but for abject and humiliating fear of spiders!
Well Michael even old cows must keep limber; they never know when they might get lucky.
Thankyou Miriam, it's always nice to receive praise from peers. Did I mention that the M in my name stands for Miriam?
Yo Bridie, the things or rather things that don't show in this photo is his strange little horn like ears. He's a gorgeous desert horse whose ears are can turn backwards so that sand doesn’t enter them. I saw these everywhere in Rajasthan and they are the most elegant and aesthetically pleasing creatures I've ever seen. As for the spiders...it took twenty years but now I squash them with impunity.
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