Think Pink!

What is it about pink? A sigh of relief, a dash of hope,  a gush of emotion? Is it that it reminds us of a young thing, whether it be piglet or person? The hope of a new start? A pink that will deepen into a red, as the weather warms? I speak of the pink one sees in nature, not the pink that does not exist in nature, such as Barbie pink or Pepto Bismal pink. There is the unnatural pink that could be a bridge between the two....bubble gum pink.

Is it just a 'girl thing'. Perhaps not, in Italy, definitely in Rome, men wear pink shirts in the warm weather. It is also somewhat common in bicycle jerseys. Diana Vreeland said 'pink is the navy blue of India'. There is a lot of color there, pink can come off being neutral in comparision to all the masala colors.

What is it about pink? It's a color that is easy to love, is it as easy to dismiss? It is an emotional color, it is after all the beginning of red.

Typography, Language WTF?

 

As my trip gets further into the past, I forget the irritations (sot of) and discomfort (sort of) and remember how it was more in my Kodachrome 64 memory. The 'oh wow' parts, or the light in the afternoon in Mysore, or the aggravation with, oh so many things. Then I stop and look at something I brought back and that makes me happy. Happy to be here with this thing from there in my hand or sitting on my desk. Then I have a mental negotiation of how it was and how it is now and the mental compromise to be at peace with both. The fourth dimension of time can do that for a person.

This photo was taken in Madurai near the Meenakshi Temple, it's a metal security gate that is written in Tamil shot at an angle (distorting it more), so it's not English, but a language  (more confusing), with drop shadow for the type....then there is the stacked script of the Tamil language in the corner. I love this vernacular stuff, it's one of the things about India I really do enjoy, all the hand painted signs and wall ads, in alphabets I cannot begin to comprehend. When in Europe, I always feel I have to try to decipher. In India I don't, but I would like to know more, or so I think. Actually, probably not. Ignorance is bliss, though it can get you in the end. Or in my case, it seemed to literally bite me in the butt.