My father and his brothers took me on a walk through the rice paddies that surround their village. Our family owns all of the paddies from their house until the nearby river. Along the way, I stopped to take a shot of the Shiva temple that my family built for the village to worship in.
I still have vague memories of accompanying my grandfather once or twice on his near-daily walks to this temple during my last trip to India in 1985. His walks to the temple continued until he was well into his 80s and perhaps his 90s.
The green in the foreground is unretouched, the actual vibrant color of a newly-planted second crop of basmati rice. In the past, this region of western Orissa was plagued by recurring droughts, and a single crop was a blessing, just enough to provide sustenance. But in recent years, a combination of government-planned irrigation projects and the serendipitous discovery of precious gemstones like rubies (!) in the area funded a pump system that enables a second annual crop, which lets the village go from just putting food in their mouths to actually making some money.
This style of temple is very typical of the architecture of village temples in our state; We saw similar mandirs in honor of Shiva, Rama, a few Krishna temples, and other various deities in the many villages we drove by during our trip.