The hills rise up in sloping curves. Their blond sides glow in golden sunlight in angles that hint at evening.
At the base of the bosom of these hillsides we harvest the apple tree. Four o clock in the afternoon and nightfall’s impending presence begins to settle in. Read more
March 13, 2001
“Indian women ride scooters side saddle with the most amazing grace. Every vehicle is bumper to bumper, near head-on collisions are commonplace. You’ve got oxen pulling wagons next to big buses, next to Toyota land cruisers, next to cows, next to dogs, next to a series of scooters and auto rickshaws. A maze of pedestrians filter thru the streets. Brakes slam constantly. And yet, she’s holding bags of vegetables in her lap with no handle, her legs dangling off the side and she’s looking gorgeous in a sari, without a sign of anxiety. People pile 3 or 4 bodies on to one little scooter. Parents have no qualms about sticking their 5 year old up front with 2 more youngsters behind them. The beauty is that in all of the chaos, there really is a method. LA traffic has never been so smooth…” Read more
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