A collection of posts from freelance writer and photographer David Gerow.
Holy Cows / Holy Macaroni
If the monarchs and architects of Europe have taught us one thing about God, it’s that He loves a massive building. Even blindfolded, it would be easy to tell the difference between a Hindu or Buddhist temple and a Catholic church. The droning organ and echoing footsteps in a cold Catholic church are unmistakable. Buddhist temples smell of incense and are palpably subdued; sometimes there are birds. Hindu temples can be lively, full of percussion players and chants.
Here is a collection of photographs on the theme of religion, beginning in Nepal and ending in the Italy.
Faces of India
I’ve never been anywhere where the people have been so happy to be photographed as they were in India. Whenever I explored villages with my camera, I attracted crowds anxious to talk to me, to show me around and, above all, to be photographed.
When you look at very old portraits – Depression-era photos, for example – the subjects generally stare unemotionally at the camera. I’ve always assumed that this is because old cameras had smaller apertures and required the shutter to be open longer. In rural India today, people often pose for pictures in much the same way. Saying “cheese” just isn’t the standard in that part of the world; as a result, I think the emotions that can be read on the faces of the subjects in the following photos are truer than you might get in the West.
Venice in the Fog
Luigi Barzini called Venice “the most beautiful city built by man“. (I admit that I stole that quote directly from Wikipedia, but sometimes Wikipedia just has the very best quotes.) I spent nine months in Venice, although the locals usually took me for a day tripper because I was never without my camera. I photographed Venice at all times of day, in all sorts of weather (I was euphoric the day it snowed), during festivals and workdays, from ponti and canali. In Venice you never know what might be around the next corner: You might turn out of a tight, narrow alley and find yourself at the foot of a massive church, or in a crumbling courtyard, or deep in the Grand Canal (which is why it’s best not to fly around corners blindly).
Here are three pictures taken on a foggy day in March.