"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

Tropical Greys

Even the tropics have their grey days.



Days when tourists fade away, leaving the beach to local lads

And livestock.

Days when all seems strangely muted.

When colour struggles to force its way through the rocks,

iron and concrete.

Days when skies, seas and ships are grey in uniformity:

And slow in motion.

Days when men stand watching,

And apparently, waiting.



7 responses

  1. Lucille

    On a motorbike? Great sequence. Some of those pictures highly reminiscent of the Thames estuary on a February day.

    May 22, 2010 at 3:31 pm

  2. I have always found that after two or three pegs, the Thames estuary and Arabian sea merge, almost mystically, into an inseparable unity.
    As for the motorbike, who can say….

    May 22, 2010 at 8:22 pm

  3. Lucille

    How strange too to see cows lying on a beach.

    May 23, 2010 at 1:11 pm

    • This is India: cattle, goats, dogs and crows are part of life’s constants.

      May 23, 2010 at 3:49 pm

  4. Jolyon

    I’m worried about the cows – they look as if they’ve just been washed ashore!

    May 29, 2010 at 4:10 pm

    • Just out of interest I am using the reply facility on my blog’s site. Let me know if this gets through to you. PS: I approved your comment!

      May 29, 2010 at 5:54 pm

      • Jolyon

        Thank you, I am relieved!

        May 31, 2010 at 12:24 am

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