"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)

The Passing Of Years


“I am weary of days and hours,

Blown buds of barren flowers,

Desires and dreams and powers

And everything but sleep.”

A.C.Swinburne (1837-1909)



Photograph taken on the streets of Fort Cochin. The man was begging for alms in the heat of the midday sun.


One response

  1. I can almost feel his weathered skin …

    March 26, 2011 at 8:45 pm

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