To give an impression of how the slides look before, and after; the next three images. I digitize them with a Rollei DF-S 190 SE; and process them in Lightroom. This is a bad one, with the ‘white-blow’ on the lower left side; and the color-change-gradient on the right. Sometimes these injuries give the image a little extra.
The last ones from this temple.
Inside the temple it was dark, with some artificial light. In stead of 12.800 ISO and Auto-whitebalance I only had 400 ASA daylight-slide-film I could use… Very good for the mythical atmosphere, i must say 😉
One day a student, or something; a really nice fellow from a small village, wanted to show me a very fine temple. It was in Somnathpur, about 35 km. from Mysore. He knew exactly which buses we had to take. When the next bus stopped in front of us he jumped inside, threw his sweater on a free seat, so that I could sit, while he stood right behind me. This subservient behavior felt a bit uncomfortable for me; but I let him do his thing and he was enjoying his trip a lot. When we reached the temple, he stayed outside and waited patiently till I had seen it all. The Chennakesava Temple was built in 1268 C.E. under Hoysala king Narasimha III, when the Hoysala Empire was the major power in South India. According to the books it is one of the finest examples. Must be true. I was speechless.
When we got hungry we decided to go for some ‘junk-food’. On the street was a huge kettle with little, one-bite, fried, crunchy balls floating around. You were supposed to take one out; eat it; take another one and count how many you ate for the payment. They costed almost nothing. It was quite busy around the kettle and before I could catch one, we were kindly invited inside. We got the special treatment. Inside was a small corridor with a few wooden benches. After a while a nice lady served us a plate with three crunchy balls; some salad and some delicious sauce. Unfortunately I only took some shots from the special atmosphere in the little corridor, but believe me I’ve never had so much fine taste for so little money.
Another day in Mysore. In the Garden of the huge Palace was the Shweta varahaswany temple. We were the only ones around. I liked the atmosphere and was amazed by the architecture and the sculptures. In architecture I like a basic, geometrical structure (does not have to be visible; as long as you can feel it); on which the more detailed parts can grow. These temples are extreme examples of that; they develop into almost insane, but still well controlled details. A sort of rational nature.
When it got dark there was a concert inside the palace. Raga music with sitar and tabla played by Indian musicians that were as famous in India as Eric Clapton or Sting in ‘the west’. In the palace was only room for very important people; but in the garden were speakers all over the place so that other people could also listen to the concert (for free, notes the Dutchman 😉 ). The huge palace-garden was very crowded and everyone was listening with a lot of attention, while the palace filled the garden with the glow of a million little lights.
I woke up for a special day on the farm: pottery-day. People would come to the farm to be part of firing the oven with ceramics they made. It was part of a project to learn them new pottery techniques. They had made water-jars all their life. But ceramic water-jars were replaced by plastic ones, that still looked like the ceramic ones; but were made in mass-production and therefore cheaper. So their source of income had completely dried out. The project was initiated by Padma, who had studied pottery on a school of arts. She had teached the water-jar-makers how to make candlesticks, vases, mobiles and other things that might make some money. The people had dressed themselves in their finest clothes and they had walked for more than 4 hours to reach the farm. It was a special day for them. In the afternoon, when the oven was on fire, some government people came along to see how the project they financed was doing. Well, the project was hot!
Still fascinates me; still don’t no why.
A 90 degrees turn.
I’m tired, so just a few shots today.