Posts by D. Walling

Close up

Posted on May 16, 2013

A close-up [anything] generally makes us cringe, even if is not that close. Lack of personal space, a portrait, a look, even a word hinting to something too close to the truth could be enough to make us walk the other way.

Pores, lines, sweat, scars.

Humanness and vulnerability exposed for everyone to see, or so we fear.

But oh, so much beauty is in every individual!

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Instagrammic

Posted on April 16, 2013

I like to group things that sort of ‘feel’ the same way (my sister would  probably  call it Oh.Cee.Dee) I think we all do grouping to a certain degree so we can: create, build a memory, formulate meaning or somethin’– PSY 101 baby!  Unearthing some deep thoughts here… These are some  cell phone shots that I have grouped from the last couple of weeks. Note: Some real photographers are not too keen on these new instragramic/ photo-face-lift apps, and you might not care what I think, BUT IIIII, to a very basic level  find it phenomenal that people who never took photos before are capturing images and able to express themselves though them, right? Isn’t that the whole point…?  You are not gonna become Steve Mc Curry…

Escape

Posted on April 11, 2013

I, the weather-aware woman.

Seattle taught me a lesson, don’t think about what is on the other side of your glass window; get your raincoat and not your umbrella.

I still thought about rain about once a day.

We’ve  had 104F temp at some points this week.

It is sometimes difficult to function when away from a source of cold air.

It is difficult to admit this is how I feel too…phew

Although we have a car, the papers are being processed, the paper are in a ‘still process‘ as I see it. We ride on taxis as we have for a year now. Your pants get stuck to the old ambassador seats; the driver wets a red towel and wraps it around his head to cool off. It makes me feel like I am in a steam room, and someone keeps pouring water over those hot stones.

I grab onto the taxi’s door which hides the rolled down windows and wave my hand onto the warm Calcutta air. I think is cooling me down, but then maybe is not.

I have found myself a tad edgey, wrawwwwr

My mind wonders away to anywhere cool and spacious. An escape.

So dramatic of me to say.  It’s alright.

These are some photos from our trip to Delhi. Delhi is not my favorite city in India, but they do have some kickass gardens!

The Mughals sure knew how to stay cool in those hot summer days

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Magic

Posted on April 1, 2013

I hope I am not alone in thinking that children’s books are magic; that in nights of insomnia most of us would in fact, still turn the pages our our most cherished childhood picture book if we had it handy (clearly I don’t have kids, those who do  probably read their favorite childhood book every.single.day, twice). Yet we are so addicted to our phones, books have become so completely secondary, so maybe we wouldn’t… Anyways, I have been researching lots of children’s books lately because… I have always wanted to *and maaaybe because I don’t have an official job so I pretty much get to do what I have always wanted to do by divine default —an oxymoron, and just about the only way I…