These images made at daybreak on the Chapora river in the Goan village of Colvale exude an air of serenity. Mornings here are indeed refreshingly calm and punctuated by birdsong. But they also reveal a dark side. Seen on the canoes are the hordes of migrant labour brought in by the criminals builders to service…
The atmospherics were different this morning at sunrise (which was at 1:54 am). The same Kaldbakur mountain at Bjarnardalur in Önundarfjörður seen here yesterday, now draped in the warm light of the early sun.
A February morning in my ancestral village of Parra in Goa. My last name derives from it: Parrikar means of/from Parra. The first two images were made in a paddy field, currently looking wild and untidy pending cultivation during the monsoon season. The glistening grass following a night of heavy dew sharpens the foreground and…
Early mornings in Goa are were like nowhere else in the world. Not long ago, Goans arose to a serene landscape serenaded by birdsong. We took the quietude and beauty of our surroundings as our birthright. But good things don’t last long (especially in today’s India). The assault on Goa‘s environment by builders & miners…
This image was made on a still, misty morning standing in the salt pans of Curca and looking over Batim, both tiny villages in Goa.
