GALLERY 02 · 20 IMAGES · 39.47N · 75.99E

At the Margin.

Every ordinary second forks into a thousand that go unrecorded, and the street spends them all at once. Each of these frames kept one and let the other nine hundred and ninety-nine go on without it.

A crowded bazaar street under a run of bright parasols
Women in bright saris crossing a busy market street
Men sitting outside a roadside stall under an orange colonnade
Wedding ceremony beneath saffron and red drapery, family gathered
Two women in bridal dress framed by hanging golden bell garlands
Wall papered with sheets of Bengali newspaper opposite a peeling colonial facade
Vendor inside a small streetside kiosk early morning
Man seated in a plastic chair against a green-tiled colonial wall
Boy with a cricket bat alone on a quiet residential street
Children playing cricket on the Maidan at sunset
A child standing alone in a sunlit brick back alley
Two elders in doppa caps sitting on a low wall in conversation, in black and white
Surfer in wetsuit walking into the surf with a container ship looming on the horizon
Surfer carving a green wave with a bulk cargo ship parked behind
Surfer carving down the face of a deep green wave
Surfer launching off the lip of a breaking wave
A visitor with a camera pauses on a step, framed through three receding scalloped palace arches
A woman in a blue sari at a pink palace window, the rooftops of Jaipur rising behind her
Gilded finials over a palace courtyard where a woman crosses with a basket on her head
Two women in hanbok and winter coats passing the latticed doors of a palace hall
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