Springtime for Dulce (And a Friendship for a Sadhu)

Posted by Danny Pen , Wednesday, February 25, 2009 2:52 AM

Spring time has come to Kathmandu. Whenever I think of 'spring' I remember Will Ferrell in "the Producers" as the neo-nazi play-write who writes a play called "Springtime for Hitler". This photo was taken in my backyard. That's Dulce, my dog. She was just playing in the grass, and I needed something to take a picture of, so I snapped a couple shots of her rolling around in the grass. Not what you'd call a world-class photo, but I find it quite nice anyway.



In the meantime, life goes on as we know it. I recently got the bill for my AP courses which came as sort of a shock. It really put things into perspective for me. We really are more than halfway through the school year. It still feels like yesterday that I was meeting new students on the first day of school. How time flies, huh?

On the plus side we have Friday off. I am unsure of the details, but I would assume the reason for this is Lhosar, the Tibetan New year. That's always nice.

This time I can promise you more interesting pics to come. I'm going to Pashupati on Sunday with my dad, a little father-son photo walk among the Sadhu's from India. They come up about once a year for the annual Shiva Ratri celebration, and my dad seems to know all of them. Its funny, whenever we go there, they'll greet him like an old friend, offer him an iron jockstrap, or a puff from their always full Chilum. Dad takes some people for a walk around Pashupati every year at this time, so he would know all the Sadhu's.

Everyone takes pictures of them, and gives them 5 rupees, or so, and then never sees them again. There's the difference between them all and my dad. He makes a point to take the pictures, give them some money, and then bring them the prints after a few days. It's that little thing that makes all the difference. He treats them like real people, not as a spectacular phenomenon. They all have a laugh about the pics, and in this way a friendship is developed. It's nothing special; not like their BFF's. But this small action of kindness is what separates him from the rest of the photographers out there.

No wonder they all like him so much.

I'll post more after the weekend.

So for now, I'm off!

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