Kerala and the camera

As I keep going through my pictures for this blog, I realize that I’m really only half way through.  I took so many pictures, probably too many.  But it was all in an effort to remember, and even feel what it was like to be there.  Let’s face it, I am a visual person.  I like looking at things.  I definitely remember telling myself to stop taking pictures and to just be in the moment and to pay attention to the present.  That’s really hard for me when there’s so much to look at.  I guess that is a failure of technology, in a sense.  We can use it to remember things for us, when we should actually be remembering the time we spent doing, being, and living.  I do love taking pictures, but I also know it’s important to step away from the camera lens, to just let whatever happens, happen.  I love that I can capture moments, or observe something in a different way with a camera.  That’s exactly it’s job, because even then, you can alter what others see.  Your first edit is deciding what you are taking a picture of.  I don’t alter my photos much, I usually just leave them the way they are. That is also giving that environment, that moment, that object, that person a particular point of view.  These pictures are a view of what I saw, what I wanted to remember, but it’s definitely not the way it was or is.

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We could have opted for the tree house experience, but had a villa instead.  Maybe next time?
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One morning Charlene and I went for a nature walk with a naturalist.  It was all up hill, foggy, and humid.
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Our guide, as we lag behind– or are taking pictures.
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Fog was slowly lifting, but it wasn’t very clear that morning.

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Later that day we went to a nearby lake,  it was very reminiscent of Burke Lake in Virginia.  A place where people go for a walk, rent a canoe, and picnic.

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Emerging from the mud.

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These blossoms were all over the place.  I have no idea what they’re called.  I nicknamed them “fraggle flowers”.  Obviously.

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The old playground is still used by children (and adults).  This monkey looks a little concerned.

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On the way back from the Lake, we stopped along one of the view points.  The view was foggy at best, but we were definitely a long way up.
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The boy and his family were so sweet. He wanted to make sure we knew that he knew English.  They asked if we could take photos with them, and then I asked them the same.

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Seriously, Burke Lake?? or India?

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