"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)

Another Dawn, Another Day.

Time present and time past

Are both perhaps present in time future,

And time future contained in time past.

If all time is eternally present

All time is unredeemable.

What might have been is an abstraction

Remaining a perpetual possibility

Only in a world of speculation.

What might have been and what has been

Point to one end, which is always present.

Footfalls echo in the memory

Down the passage which we did not take

Towards the door we never opened…

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From the opening of Burnt Norton, Four Quartets.  T. S. Eliot


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2 responses

  1. Rose

    Hello,
    Thank you so much for sharing your blog. I love to travel, although I have not been to India I look forward, looking at your images and your life there help me to feel as though I have just come back from a trip.

    Your images are so unique. I am inspired!

    Rose Offner

    October 8, 2010 at 3:10 pm

    • Thank you very much!
      All the local images, including those on this particular posting, were taken by me. But some of the Indian photos, including many of the truly bizarre ones, I have lifted from newspapers.

      October 10, 2010 at 1:45 pm

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