Indian Bazaars

In India, as is the case in so many countries, if you want to really be where the action is, you need to get to a local market. The Gandhi Bazaar in Bangalore is a nice open outdoor market along a city street where there are a number of local shops and restaurants. The vendors mainly sell fruits, veggies, and flowers. But there’s always an assortment of other oddball knickknacks that you didn’t know you needed. Gandhi market in Bangalore, India The KR Market, on the other hand, is a completely different story. It’s much more rough and tumble, crowded and chaotic. First off, our guide didn’t even want to take us there. He warned us that we’d be bothered and harassed. We were a little wary, but after much insisting on our part he finally relented. Spice market, Bangalore India And I’m SO glad he did. Because despite the warnings, we weren’t bothered at all. In fact people mostly went about their business and ignored us entirely. In the middle of KR Market is a concrete structure where the wholesale vendors are selling flower garlands in bulk. It’s a creepy, dimly lit building full of dark corners. But in the center of it all is a swirling sea of colorful flowers in carefully arranged piles. KR Market in Bangalore, India It feels like a scene out of an old Indiana Jones movie, except for the occasional vendor texting someone on his cell phone. There are upper floors which provide an amazing view of the spectacle below. I think it’s best to go there with someone else. The scene is so absorbing that it’s good to have a partner along to help watch out for pick-pockets. But honestly, it turned out to be much safer than we were told. KR Market in Bangalore, IndiaFlower seller in KR market, Bangalore India On the way back to the car we stumbled past the spice market, where there were colors that even my camera had trouble processing. I didn’t adjust the saturation on this image. It really looks this vibrant all on its own. Spice seller in KR Market, Bangalore India


Bangalore, India is gone. Seriously. Go ahead- check Google Maps. You can’t find it. But India’s third largest city didn’t just disappear. While I was visiting there it officially changed its name to Bengaluru. To which our translator and guide Pradeep responded with a snort and added “rubbish.” The Glass House at Lal Bagh Botanical Gardens, Banglaore India Whatever you want to call it, I’m hooked. My first experience with India less than a year ago was rather mixed, but I think I get it now. Yes, India is a hot mess at times and has an infrastructure that only seems to exist in various states of decay and neglect. But it’s a country that’s impossible to ignore. It’s a colorful swirl of chaos and mystery and I realize now that I could photograph it every day and never get bored.Boys riding a bike in Banglaore, IndiaBanglaore chili peppers in the Gandhi marketyoung cow in the Gandhi bazaar, Bangalore, India Having just left a city in China that was sterile to the point of being largely uninteresting, it was refreshing to jump feet first into the noise and mayhem of Bangalore… or Bengaluru… or whatever… Young boy in Banglaore, IndiaBangalore, India

Guangzhou, China

One of the most striking things about Guangzhou is it’s architecture. There are shiny new buildings everywhere. And you can’t just put up a normal skyscraper here. Every building has to be weirdly shaped, or have a chunk missing out of it. And at night they all need to sparkle, or light up, or hypnotize you with some other sort of changing luminescent patterns. Canton Tower and Liede Bridge at night in Guanzhou ChinaLibrary in Guangzhou, ChinaOpera House and skyline in Guangzhou, China