2019 is here.
This morning in St. Estevem, Goa.
2018 draws to a close.
It was a year in which Al Gore’s glaciers refused to melt, the Universe continued to expand, and Donald J. Trump served as our President.
The Masters of the Universe had warned that we would all be dead by now in a nuclear war ignited by the orange fiend. Disturbingly, there’s a great danger of peace breaking out today. Not only has the Tweetmeister not launched any new wars, he is threatening to end current engagements and disband the permanent war establishment. Resist!
The IYIs of Cambridge, MA promised us that Trump would crash the global economy. Surprisingly, the economy declined to cooperate despite the fervent prayers for a Recession by New York Times’ BS artist Paul Krugman. Fake News!
The wunderkinds of Silicon Valley foresaw the advent of a fascist, authoritarian state. Lo and behold, the fascists who showed up were all from their own ranks, rioting on campuses for “safe spaces,” banning alternative views on their platforms, clamouring for the destruction of the dissenting. Impeach!
The savants from Harvard, Princeton, Yale, and Stanford held forth on the unspeakable damage being done to civilization, the same charlatans who helped lie the nation into war, crashed the global economy, and then restocked their wallets with our – the ignorants’ and the Deplorables’ – money. Sad!
In this blog devoted to photos and photography, rarely do I venture into the political realm. I wish my readers a fulfilling year ahead as we step into the Kurukshetra of 2019.
Splash of colour.
The signage seen here is relatively new to Panjim. Both the legacy and the newer establishments have embraced the bright and the colourful.
The Panasonic LX100 II acquitted itself superbly for handheld night shooting. No noise reduction was required for web display at these sizes.
From the farm to your plate.
Before the recent depredations on its land, produce from Goa was among the finest in the world. This is not an empty boast, and that this could be said about so tiny a territory is remarkable.
The land for cultivation has now shrunk drastically, replaced by ugly Third World concrete. A few traditional farming communities still carry on.
I took these images from the window of my moving car. Every morning Goan ladies from the fields in the neighboring villages bring in their fresh produce for sale in Panjim.