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Human Landscape, Place

Re-Memories of Warming

Memories are translations. We gather much and miss more. I originally compiled this archive in spring of 2022 for a final project in a course on environmental histories and values. I did it mostly for myself. I wanted to attend to what I had picked up throughout the pandemic — people, places, poems, photographs. These fragments are re-memories of ecosystems and relational nests.
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Art, Place, Urban

A Visit to “The New York Earth Room”

A Visit to “The New York Earth Room”

Today’s itinerary: visit Earth Room, where a layer of soil, two feet thick, has occupied a gallery in SoHo since 1977.
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Environmental Justice, Mining, Photo Essay, Place, Rivers

Koilwar, my village, in Bhojpur district of Bihar is in transit and on way to attain a small time town like look. There is lot of construction work going on presently. But it was not like this when I was born here. Beautiful landscape of the village with the perennially flowing river Sone for a backdrop formed the perfect picture. But like thousands of other families in the land, my parents left the village and all that we had, to arrive in Mumbai looking for a job to survive. But the village did remain one of our annual summer retreats. It was during these visits that the Sand diggers of river Sone enchanted me with their work skills. About 40 kilometers of Sone River forms the eastern and south eastern boundary of Bhojpur. But it is not the entire part of the river that is used for sand digging. It's the part near Koilwar, which is also known for it's double decked rail-road Bridge built during the British era across the river. It is under this bridge just about five kilometers strip of the river that is used for digging out the sand or ballu (in local dialect) from the rivers belly as the sand here is considered best for masonary work. Back by the river side, it is amazing to see bare chested men of all ages, disappear into the water for a few minutes holding a bucket. And finally come up with glistening wet sand. These men then load the sand on to their boats in the middle of the river and dive back to the river bed. Expert divers that these men are thanks to the river in which just about every villager has learnt swimming from childhood, fatal accidents are unheard of in the business. So it was during one of my holidays that I decided to take the plunge into the river with these men accompanied by my camera. Whenever the men would come up with sand and take a break, we would talk. It was during these conversations that I learnt about the pride these men held in their work. They saw sand digging as an amalgamation of all religions. Hard to believe, ri

Sand Mining – A Photo Essay in Koilwar, India

This is the first ever photo-essay shot on sand mining in Koilwar, Bhojpur district Bihar. The sand mining nexus in Bihar is intricate and involves influential people at distinct authoritative positions in the government, administrative circles and mafia. As a …

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Agriculture, Place

The Apple Orchard

The Apple Orchard

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Place, Seasons

The Quiet Season

The days are short and cold, and it snowed last Sunday. The tree canopies, now brown, have thinned. The birds have begun migrating southwards — I hear their calls from my room, where I sip coffee — and people in …

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Poetry

The Felled and the Fallen

The Felled and the Fallen

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