The old Portuguese House again that I came across while following the back lanes behind our hotel in Calangute.
There are so many ways that you can choose to present an image and sometimes I will explore several different styles by using tone mapping or sometimes, a Nik Software filter….I often use the Bleach Bypass filter that gives…….well, a nice bleached out effect.
Here, though, I used the lens correction tool to straighten the verticals and then tilted the image to bring the foreground more into prominence, and to push the doorway further away, and this gave me a longer progression from front to back.
I like the dusty textures and the touches of colour. Do you see the blue? I’ve only just noticed the blue cross painted above the door. A place not to be visited at night, perhaps.
Calangute is a typical busy, blustering sort of place full of honking horns and a myriad of shops, some a little more upmarket, but most of them catering for the local trade, and others, especially nearer the beach, catering for the tourist. Like most Indian towns there are few tidy sidewalks and even on those you have to dodge the parked motorbikes and scooters, if not the wares of the shops, that tumble out into every available space.
Crossing the street is all about confidence while holding onto the belief that no one will deliberately run you down, so the art is to weave and shimmy your way across between the lines of slowly moving traffic. The only ones you watch out for are the buses. They take no prisoners.
So Calangute is a busy, dusty and noisy place just like any other town. Nothing remarkable, so it would be unfair to judge Goa on the basis of a walk along its streets. However, a short walk between the buildings and suddenly you are into a different experience altogether. Behind the chaotic facade; behind the ribbon of noise and unbridled commercialism, there exists a tranquil and unhurried life that continues, no doubt, as it has for centuries. Within a stones throw is forest and cow barns and people relaxing on their veranda, and giving a friendly wave in your passing. The contrast is amazing. I love exploring. Shame about the garbage though.
India you need to sort your rubbish…..
On the hoof and looking for opportunities for photography means holding the camera in the right hand with the strap wrapped around the wrist and so being ready for instant decisions. With buildings and wider scenes you have time to pick your spot, but with the closer street portraits it’s often the case of shoot first and edit later.
Just before this shot I’d been photographing the old Portuguese house that was posted yesterday and had set the ISO to 1600 but even with this and a -1 exposure compensation the camera was down to 1/15 second at f/3.5………ridiculous ……….. hand held and photographing people at 1/15 second…….nuts.
This is not thinking on your feet Smithie…………..setting up the camera so that you have total control of everything in reality means greater opportunities to cock it up.
I wonder if I should try a days shooting with auto ISO instead of manual………….the thing is, I’m terrified of high ISO noise…..
All I can say is, thank goodness for the Olympus in-camera image stabilisation.
A once fine house that dates back to Portuguese Colonial days; one of many that can be found tucked away in back lanes in Goa. This example may have been abandoned by its Portuguese owners when Indian troops invaded the colony in December 1961, and Goa became the smallest state in India.
While looking around the house I discovered that, although empty, it was being used to dry lines of clothing that could be seen through one of the broken windows, and a woman appeared who didn’t want to be photographed. but was happy for me to photograph the house.
A beautiful morning…..it’s 07.52…..in the leafy suburbs of Kannur……….and all is well with the world.
Well, no, it isn’t…….
…No!, …..are you sure?…..A fine house, reflected in a lake covered with amazing cerise flowers, lush green vegetation: a scene of quiet pastoral loveliness where people are going about their lives, taking refreshment from the cool and cleansing water……
Hmmm, yes, of course…..you are right….but……I left in the red poster and the floating rubbish.
Oh, I see…..well I suppose the picture would be better without them. That poster is a bit distracting. Wait a minute, I see what you’re getting at……this is about to edit, or not to edit…..isn’t it?
Well, partly…..more than that, it’s about truth and lies, and about my intentions…..are they honourable….in wanting to make a perfect composition out of a not quite perfect paradise?
Perfection again…..well get rid of the poster and so on……..no one will know.
Yes, but allentimphotos2 was gaining the impression from all my recent posts that the south of India was somehow better than the north……more of a tropical paradise, and although it may be slightly less crowded, it suffers from the same issues as the north with what seems like uncontrolled advertising posters and hoardings…..and there’s more, a large proportion of the population seems hellbent on turning the country into a rubbish dump……….
I am pretty sure that I’ve never been on a beach before with so many other people and they mostly seem to be enjoying themselves though earlier while we sat under the awning at a beach front cafe, the coast guard jeep was touring up and down asking everyone to keep out of the sea as there had been some drownings that morning.
That particular piece of news seemed to have absolutely no impact on the numbers enjoying the surf, though I don’t think that I would have taken the risk as there were motor boats coming in to pick up groups to be bounced across the waves on rubber rings as well as jet skis weaving in amongst the bathers. Absolute bedlam.
Have you noticed the guy in the striped top?
I only noticed him when I came to prepared this post. He’s wagging his finger at me. A self appointed guardian of public morality who seems to be saying “You can’t take photos here.” There were plenty of locals taking photos, particularly with camera phones. Perhaps there’s a local by-law about using ‘proper’ cameras on the beach?
Sorry, that was unfair on camera phone users but it was a very public beach, so I guess that family snaps are o.k. but social documentary photos are not……..
A journey by train in India is a great way of getting around and in my experience it’s also very cheap, so on a holiday it helps to make the money go further while allowing you to see a lot more of the varied countryside.
Indian Railways is very efficient when it comes to booking tickets as well, and in the north there often was a separate window for foreigners to use at very busy stations. If you book in advance…..and that’s to be recommended….you will also appear on the list that’s posted on the side of each carriage, though sometimes the booking clerk has trouble with non-Indian names. For overnight services……and as it’s a big country, the chances are that your journey will be, at least in part, taken in the dark……each station has an allocation of berths. On a number of runs in the north of India I have arrived to find that the station has sold out of its allocation, but on boarding the train the TC will often be able to find an empty berth.
So polite are Indian families that they rarely tell you that you are sitting in one of their reserved seats, something I did on a journey from Chittorgarh when I first travelled by train in India. When one family discovered that I was an art teacher, I was asked to draw the children. Not an easy job on a rocking and rolling train.
Meeting people is what travel in India is all about. Travelling companions are sometimes very direct. “Where you from – What your name – How much you earn”. In the south of India, people seem to be less nosey.
Today’s photo was taken on the journey we took from Kannur in Kerala to Margao in Goa, and this very scruffy local train was running briefly alongside ours as we approached Bahtkal.