Java: Garden of the East

Java is unusual. It is green; it is full of trees, fields and villages. The cities have an old world charm. There is a slow pace at which life unfolds. This book of photographs tries to capture these timeless features.

West Java

Java is unusual. It is green; it is full of trees, fields and villages. The cities have an old world charm. There is a slow pace at which life unfolds.

Waiting for the Monsoon

In India the monsoon makes landfall in Kerala, first. It then travels across the subcontinent and brings water to a thirsting land. There is a precision as to when it will arrive. Meteorologists play god in announcing its arrival with a confidence seldom seen in the other sciences.

Waiting for the Monsoon

In India the monsoon makes landfall in Kerala, first. It then travels across the subcontinent and brings water to a thirsting land. There is a precision as to when it will arrive. Meteorologists play god in announcing its arrival with a confidence seldom seen in the other sciences.

7 Nov 2009

This Unfair Life

It happened one day when I was resting in the shallow waters of the large river. For several days I had been trying to get at an impala that had come to drink from the bank. I was hungry, and the water levels would soon rise when the rains came. In desperation I waited in […]

28 Oct 2009

Living in the Bush

I don’t know when my forefathers came into this land. But it appears that we have been living in the desert for a very long time: we have adapted to the life of the desert and its ways. We are the bushmen of the Kalahari. My cousin Doma and I have been together from the […]

26 Oct 2009

The Rainbow

We chanced upon it one morning. When we got to the edge of the river, there was the roaring sound of water cascading down the falls. In the distance we could see the mists rising from the edge of the huge crevice. The sun had just risen in the east and its yellow rays pierced […]

26 Oct 2009

My Family and Other Elephants

We used to live close to the edge of the desert. When the rains came we were happy. The trees on the edge became green with leaves, the bushes were full and there were puddles of water everywhere. We could play almost anywhere. The dry river bed would overflow and many animals would come out […]

26 Oct 2009

Spots

It was the end of the rains when my mother picked me up from the tawny bush where she had hidden us. My brother is a little older I think, by a few minutes. She bundled me gently in her jaws and placed me in front of the bush. I was licked all over and […]