"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)



“In a universe that is all gradations of matter, from gross to fine to finer, so that we end up with everything we are composed of in a lattice, a grid, a mesh, a mist, where particles or movements so small we cannot observe them are held in a strict and accurate web, that is nevertheless nonexistent to the eyes we use for ordinary living—in this system of fine and finer, where then is the substance of a thought?”

Doris Lessing









All photographs taken at the Padmanabhapuram Palace, during my family’s recent visit.

4 responses

  1. what intriguing artistry in this entire post ….

    February 17, 2011 at 8:10 am

    • India is unimaginably generous to the senses: she offers beauty almost everywhere you turn .

      February 17, 2011 at 8:29 am

  2. It is in the finest matter.

    February 17, 2011 at 1:24 pm

    • I was waiting for that, though had thought il fratello would get there first!

      February 17, 2011 at 3:20 pm

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