In 1896, at age 60, Mark Twain traveled throughout India for three months. As I read his words, I saw my photographs of India…
“This is indeed India; the land of dreams and romance,
of fabulous wealth and fabulous poverty,
of splendor and rags,
of palaces and hovels,
of famine and pestilence,
of genii and giants and Aladdin lamps,
of tigers and elephants,
the cobra and the jungle,
the country of a thousand nations and a hundred tongues, of a thousand religions and two million gods,
cradle of the human race, birthplace of human speech,
mother of history, grandmother of legend, great-grandmother of tradition,
whose yesterdays bear date with the mouldering antiquities of the rest of the nations;
the one sole country under the sun that is endowed with an imperishable interest for alien prince and alien peasant,
for lettered and ignorant, wise and fool, rich and poor,
the one land that all men desire to see,
and having seen once, by even a glimpse, would not give that glimpse for the shows of all the rest of the globe combined.”
Mark Twain
Following the Equator, 1897
6 responses to “INDIA | The Land of Dreams and Romance”
Your photos! You’ve captured the most perfect scenes and hues of India!
“mother of history, grandmother of legend, great-grandmother of tradition” My favorite pictures that tell a beautiful story without words. Precious!
thank you for sharing your beautiful pictures. I enjoyed the trip
You should do a coffee table book. Your photos are stunning.
Your pictures are absolutely amazing. I feel as though I had been there. THANK YOU
Favorites: Back view of woman in blue, baby in cradle, the goat herder, the three Graces on the window sill. Thanks again for my visit to India, Pam.