Everything is bigger, grander and incredibly imposing in Russia. Anything of importance either reflects the sheer decadence of Tsarist opulence or the Soviet penchant for the grandiose.
The not-so-often seen side of The Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood, also known as The Church Resurrection of Christ.
It’s only when we reached the city of Kazan, our second stop on the Trans Siberian journey, that we were reminded of the Asia in Russia.
A vantage view of Nizhny Novgorod, birth place of Maxim Gorky, a meeting point of the Oka and Volga rivers and the first stop of our Trans-Siberian journey across Russia.
The Cathedral of Christ the Saviour, in Moscow has a troubled & fascinating past that dates back to the 19th century. A story as complex as the history of Russia itself.
For the next three months, Russia is our home, our office, our stomping grounds and our chance to explore a new land, culture and perspective.
It’s quiet up here.
Filled with things no one wanted.
Things left behind.
A forgotten suitcase of abandoned memories.
A quick hyperlapse video of the Gateway of India, while we were on a day out in Mumbai, with that cool 50-year old fellow named Manjunath Shenoy.
Sometime in 2015, I made some time-lapse videos. Unfortunately I never completed what I set out to do. So here are some clips of some – Clouds, In Goa.
Pretty words.Vagabond words. Dreamy words. Stubborn words. Bright, rambling words. Wandering words. Light, luminous words — I’m hostage to your magic.