This is my mother’s stray button collection. When I was little, it occupied my OCD younger self for hours to spread them out, arrange them by color, then by size, then by material. She has wood, bone, crystal, plastic, matte, shiny, glittery, round, oval, innies, outies … endlessly fascinating even now.
This is the welcome mat outside a friend’s house. The irony is that the wife bought it. Consider yourself warned.
(p.s. Rohini, this one’s for you! Congratulations and all good wishes to you both.)
In a soul-less mall in Singapore, we chanced upon this space where volunteers were asking passsersby to leave a message and a little bit of themselves behind through impromptu art made from colorful pipe cleaners. I made a flower (of course) with two different colored pipes but I was amazed at the imagination and skills of the other artsy-craftsy people who’d come before!
Even in white, there is color. This moulin (or mill) is maybe a few hundred years old, but could have formed overnight, too. And there are rich veins of blue, compacted ice exposed as the hole widens. Breathtaking.
(Breiðamerkurjökull glacier tongue, near Jökulsárlón, Iceland, October, 2013)
Sentinel near our hotel in Benares, this little chap kept his perch (and his profile angled away) regardless of who went past.
The wonderfully modern stained glass inside the picturesque church at Vik on the southern coast of Iceland. I loved the minimalistic design on each window, but this one particularly moved me.
There are sunsets, and then there are sunsets when just for a brief slice of time you feel humbled and breathless from being bathed in this kind of ineffable beauty.
Who couldn’t be charmed by this decal? I loved it. This is on the wall of the Yum Yum Tree, a restaurant in New Delhi where the sushi is pretty damn good.
I loved all the lamps in the Sultanahmet Camii (Blue Mosque), Istanbul. And I loved the tiles and the inscriptions, as well as the hushed atmosphere. One day I’ll go back. (Photo from 2012. I’m a lazy arse.)
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