Sometimes Scary, Sometimes Pretty

Sometimes this gangway seems really creepy and gross to me, yet other times, it is not. Rather it becomes a place where a dancer might arabesque through it on point shoes.

My World Can Look Scary Too

Look, no windows.

Long way down.

You can look right in.

Crazy Dog

Crazy Wallie-Dog defies gravity.

Does Anyone Else Think This Looks Like Knitting?

Not the whole column of course, which is at Qutb Minar in Delhi, although taken, I believe, from a ruin of a Jain Temple. But the band at the bottom, which looks just like two rows of knitting to me, except that they are aligned with one another.

Back to Knitting

Before going to India,  I felt I should finish up some knitting projects in case I bought some yarn there. So I finished this project that I had been ignoring for years. Well I saw no yarn in India, or at least no yarn I wanted to knit with or wear. (Arylic with a metallic thread throughout for interest is not for me.) But I did see one knitted garment at the Besant Bazaar in Delhi that interested me: a stole with one sleeve in the middle. And that is my next project. I have started it with Koigu's beautiful KPPM yarn.

Good Advice About India

I think my favorite advice of all times came from a security officer in the Amsterdam airport. At the gate, just before boarding the plane to Delhi, there was one last security checkpoint. I held open my passport for the man standing at a kind of podium, he looked at me, then at the page with my picture, then at the page with the visa stamped in it.
"Your first trip to India?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Brace yourself."

Home for Girls in Delhi

One young girl asked me to draw her face. At first I thought she said fish, and I drew a fish. Once I understood, I became quite popular.

My skills from the old days of portrait-sketches-on-the-boardwalk came in handy.