Near the Equator

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Watch your step. Buckle ’em.
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Those are formal wear not for cycling.
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63 thoughts on “Near the Equator

  1. You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You’re on your own, and you know what you know. And you are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
    ― Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

    HAPPY TRAVELS🙂

  2. I’m still wondering about the first one?
    Circus tents just come from the cleaners?
    What on earth are they?
    Then buckles holding cracks together.
    In cement.
    But what are those?
    Shoes on the bike rack?
    Oh dear!
    I don’t know anything.
    At all.
    Before these photos,
    I thought I did.
    Bravo.

    • Possibly heading to the cloth market. Women in Rajasthan (India) use them as wrap-around (Like a long skirt) then drape 4 to 6 feet of a different cloth material, what’s called “Indian Sari”

      I just added one more picture. Buckles holding the stairs of a temple. No clue way?

      Those shoes are called “Mojris”, a mark of prestige for the local men in Rajasthan. They don’t throw them away when worn out but will mend again and again and continue to wear them until they’re totally useless.

      Thank you for coming by Cindy!🙂

  3. maybe,
    if you didn’t buckle the stairs of the temple down,
    ever so politely/ineffectually.
    the stairs might just leave you.
    and fly on their own to heaven.
    leaving no one a stairway to there.

  4. Fascinating – there’s a through-line, but I can’t grasp it, which makes it all the stronger. Although I’m tempted to take a look at that link…your photographs are wonderful, human, conceptual. Great.

    • Ha Ha…Pretty close to “Why am I me?” and if the question persists to nudge, you’ll encounter the idea/link soon though I wonder you must have in some form or another.
      Thank you for your support Richard. I feel awesome when you pat me🙂 )

  5. How did I miss the post…!!… I feel like a ride on his cycle… then where will he keep his pride? Maybe I can hold them for him… After all, it’s as good as a prayer if he tends to them so well, until it leaves him with an answer…His yellow seat is tempting, but i’ll sit at the back…And ask him to take me to the temple where the stairs are buckled, never seen anything like that! And maybe I could fly if I unbuckle them with his help… While those lovely colors watch us from below

      • haha, this is called the glorification of existential potential, but in the end, one never knows until experienced… ergo! Sure… I’m hoping you keep it mostly to your photographs and I won’t have much writing to do, so that it gets it’s due!…

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