Not much I need to say about these, except to tell you that this is where my father was born - the island of Thimmanna Kudru, on the River Suvarna, near Kemmanu, in southwest coastal India. Pretty much unchanged from what I remember as a child, over 40 years ago. A picture's worth a thousand words, it's said, so I'll let them do the talking, and just interrupt here and there with a caption.
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| View from the tip of the island |
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| Punting down the river Suvarna in a "hodi" |
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| Perfect place to just stand and breathe. |
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| Hanging bridge to Thimmanna Kudru |
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| Interracial harmony .. these girls were still hanging out together when I returned several hours later |
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| Coconut tree |
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| Collecting firewood |
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| Someone's got a lovely bunch of coconuts (my cousin, apparently). |
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| Garden well |
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Things change: heart motifs, a satellite dish and utility lines ..
also this used to be a thatched hut. |
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| Cashew tree - unripe fruit |
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| Illegal sand dredging - a heavy load |
1 comment:
Loved the photographs! So utterly peaceful.
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