Vibrant mountains line the Jökulsáraurar glacial plains in East Iceland.
Children of Goa’s soil.
The men and women who break sweat in the fields of Goa belong largely to the Gauda tribe, among the original settlers of the land. Farming has been their calling for thousands of years, and generations of Goans owe their nourishments to the labours of this hardy stock. Now with the relentless march of concretization, the walls are closing in on them as the acreage of arable land shrinks rapidly.
These portraits are from the fields of Taleigao, a village once renowned for its fresh produce.
I met Sitabai first in 2008, and then 10 years later in December 2018, it was a delight to find her again on the same patch of land.
An earlier post on this subject is here.
Goodness in red.
The Goan love of fish is well known. Not so well known is our fondness for tambdi bhaji (lit. red vegetable).
Fish curry, rice, and tambdi bhaji complete the trifecta of the ideal Goan meal. Capped by a relaxing siesta, it is the recipe for a good, healthy, and productive life. In Goan homes, this leafy vegetable is cooked simply with freshly grated coconut, green chilli and salt.
Commonly referred to as Red Amaranth or Blood Amaranth, tambdi bhaji is known to botanists as Amaranthus Cruentus. The cultivation of tambdi bhaji and other forms of traditional Goan produce is now under severe stress with the widespread supplanting of fertile fields with ugly concrete.
These images were taken in Taleigao. In the first two, rows of tambdi bhaji are backlit by the low sun. In the next post, we shall meet the men and women who give life to this soil despite all odds.
Only in Iceland.
One Fall afternoon in 2014, my friend Kristinn Ingi Pétursson and I were meandering in the mountains of Borgarfjörður Eystri in East Iceland. Our plan to fly over this rugged terrain had just fallen through as the Cessna aircraft meant to take us had not returned from a routine maintenance check.
Soon we espied a small aircraft flying overhead and Kristinn Ingi called the control tower at Egilsstaðir airport for details. Then he texted the pilot. Within minutes the aircraft was on the ground in nearby Bakkagerði. In any event, with its low wing the Falconar proved unsuitable for our aerial photography needs.
The airman Kolbeinn Hilmarsson, all of 18 years at the time, was logging in flight hours. Today he’s a First Officer with WOW Air.