The details

When you live away from home for extended periods of time, the first things you start to forget are the little details: textures, the colors and how the little things are just slightly more different than anywhere else.
When you come back home after being gone for long, when you look out the the window from the plane and look down at the distant shapes of the paddy fields that grow bigger until you can start making out people and houses, it all starts flooding back.
By the time you're in a van on the way home from the airport, at Negombo street level, the sensory overload just starts overwhelming you- its like revenge for forgetting how things smell, and how personal space is scaled down relative to the country you're in, and how much out of sync you are with your surroundings.
These senses fill your jet-lagged, emotionally overworked brain and starts to fill you with worry: that things have changed and that everyone has left you behind.

And then you come home. Everything starts settling down and the familiar starts rushing back and you're rested enough to know where to file away the different sensations that are vying for your attention.

I go through the pictures I've taken during my time at home and I realize that half of them are wide aperture shots of little details. You always remember the shape of the house, nothing can make you forget that. But you start to forget the layout of the garden, the shape and the feel of the rock and how peaceful things are. I think I took these so I wouldnt forget those things.










Kite season was in full swing when I was back home in August. It drives the kids nuts and I feel like someone was always trying untangle a kite stuck on a lamp post/tree/roof near where we live.

Paddy fields are naturally the best places to fly kites because none of the aforementioned structures obstruct the kite's path. So anyone looking for the smarter kids on the block should look no further than at those flying kites in paddy fields.
My logic is flawless.

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The picture however, is not.

Galle Face

I had some time to kill while in Colombo once and I walked up to the galle face green and took a few pictures. I shot a roll of B&W film, but to get to that I had to finish off a roll of colour first. I haven't got the B&W developed yet, but I will post those when I get them.

These two shots are from these odd-looking coke vendors (ha), who deal (ha, again) out of giant coke bottle shaped stalls. Their stuff(on a roll now) is super expensive, and in the searing heat it is so tempting to splurge on some iced cream soda.



Oh yeah, so it looks like my ME-1 has developed a consistent light leak. I am so pissed. It's left that on almost every picture.



Try to spot it here

Seen on Shadyside, Pittsburgh.

I have ridiculous dogs




Prayer Tree




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Strange bunker like thing, built on some rocks on the ocean. I bet when the tide is low this thing is less peculiar.

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Koneswaram Temple

Koneswaram Temple was, and still is an incredibly fascinating place.
I love the intricacy of the design of Hindu temples, it's like layers and layers of detailed carving that is the antithesis to the extremely minimal Buddhist temple exterior. Even the relatively busy looking gothic churches have strongly defined vertical lines, while a hindu temple (I feel) is built upon the vertical stacking of horizontal elements (like plates). Does that make any sense?

And the colours! I mean where else do you get colours like this?!






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