When I was a kid I spent all my summer holidays on my Grandad’s farm in Hampshire. At the time, I lived in London, so to spend six weeks in the country was a completely different experience for me.
I loved it.
Helping out …… collecting eggs ……….. mucking out the horses ………… fishing in the pond ……………. and helping with the harvest.
Of course sometimes it rained and Granny wouldn’t let me out in case I caught a cold. So I stayed in and read. I found these wonderful old books…… encyclopedias I think they were. But they were old, very old, from Victorian times I think.
Many of them dealt with the great British Empire, when huge chunks of the world formed part of that empire. In particular, I recall wonderful pictures of India from the days of the Raj. Wonderful faded old sepia images of maharajahs with magnificent moustaches and huge turbans taken in their palaces or on elephants during tiger hunts.
Last year we visited India. Amongst other places, we went to the Taj Mahal.
The most beautiful building I have ever seen.
Completed in 1653, it was built by the Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan as a memoriam to his favourite wife who died giving birth to their fourteenth child.
Nowadays, close to 3 million people visit every year, many of whom have cameras. Pictures of the Taj are commonplace. It is probably impossible to take a photograph here that hasn’t been taken before.
This image, of one of the minarets and dome, is amongst many taken during my visit. Many of them have been posted before. They are fine …………….. as record photos, but they don’t capture the soul of the place as I remember it.
Then, recently, I recalled those old pictures that I used to pore over on wet days as a wee boy. I thought it might be nice to process this image as I remembered those old faded photographs.
My little attempt to capture two fond memories in the one picture.
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