The three and half hours to Mysore was actually rather enjoyable. Not for the posh accommodations. I was in a relatively modest car, by American standards, but a perfectly normal one in India. No, it was the constantly changing and foreign visuals outside my window.
There are the small towns that I talked about yesterday. As well as the cluster of humble residential buildings, restaurants, and stores. They all looked freshly unique on my first ride through the Indian countryside. Even the land itself looked a bit different. As a photographer, I found it most entertaining.
The first part of the journey was hard to photograph, with low light levels and a speeding car. But after sunrise, I had a fighting chance to pick out scenes of interest. Like this one. A lone bike, parked by itself, next to a shack. Proper framing was challenging, but this one came out pretty good, with nice tree silhouettes framing my subject. A 1/800 of a second shutter speed ensured a blur-free image.
Note: This is one of one hundred twenty-three photos in my book book of India featuring black and white street photographs and observations.
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