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The jump from point-and-shoot to DSLR was is massive.  I’m on a steep learning curve full of blurry pictures and innumerable re-takes.  This is a random smattering of my Delhi experience.  Flickr page to come.

An obsession of giant proportion.

I know, I know.  I fall in love with all my groups.  But they really are so wonderful.  Two days of stomach bug and I went into withdrawl.  It felt like my birthday when I got to see them all again.


Class on an ancient rooftop, next to an urban village, over looking deciduous forrest at sunset?  But of course! This is IHP.


A portrait of Lily taken by Emma, both students.  They are two sides of the same hand – so different and so alike. Lily a quintessential bohemian, living in group houses and studying stray animals in cites. Emma wears pearls an wants to be a feminist I-Banker. I am trying to learn to take portraits and I love everything about this one.

Everyday there is a festival or wedding somewhere on the streets.  Delhi always looks ready for, or recovering from, a party.

The carrots here are pink and oh so delicious!

My colleague Joc working at an internet cafe because ours is perpetually broken.  She teaches Urban Planning and Sustainable Environments.

This is way bigger than Barbie.

This is my living room and Melissa hard at work.  She is the Politics and Development faculty.

Public. Restroom.  All over India.

Daily Delhi Fog. It’s sunny by 10 am.

(Please tell me if these are too big or too small.  With my 9 inch screen I can’t tell!)





Delhi belly has struck the group.

In the last week we have had:

8 students miss class,

5 doctors visits,

3 antiobiotic prescriptions,

1 faculty with a fever,

aaaaand as of last night…

One Melanie Anne Brubaker who can’t get out of bed or eat anything for fear of the consequences.

While I love to travel – my body does not.  Brazil and I had a tenuous relationship, Turkey required some patience, Costa Rice was touch-and-go, and Delhi has got me down for the count.

Stupid stomach.

On a more cheerful note – LOOK HOW BIG THIS DALIA IS!!


So Pretty


Its as big as my face! (Or my hand...details)

She giggled, “I don’t like to travel alone”

And from that moment to now, the giggling continues.

100 Thousand Ants
all so busy on your hill
you move though out the city
never holding still

Dear 100 Thousand Ants
an embarrassment for all
your dirty, needy, shameful
there behind our shopping malls

the Ant it does what you will not
it gathers for its house
it carries away your discards
picks through and sorts it out

Dear Indian little Anties
taking care of global waste
30 thousand tons of old twin towers
all asbestos laced

efficient little Ants
your organized complexity
the weighing out of garbage
is a precise economy

Ant communities and livelihoods
Ant families, children, schools
but Big Business sees a money maker
and it can’t stand to lose

look at the little Anties
with their matching vests and chants
they gave themselves a name
made composting plans

They sort out your recycling
make clean earth for your neighborhood
but the municipality tells us
what their doing is no good

Dear Bangladeshi Anties
with your dirty muslim ways
go live inside our trash
which is the cities, by the way

make your illegal living
for as long as we’ll allow
some day we’ll come and pack you up
and ship you out of town

we’ll formalize your process
with our mechanized new ways
our public private partnerships
see trash as money these days

A new environmental mission
it’s good for all, you see
this new fangled incinerator
earns Carbon Credit for Delhi

Race in India
The group examines themselves
Uncomfortable shift


Learning outward, theories find  too comfortable a home within.

She explains. Wet eyed and full of grace

A breath.  unsure of itself, wavering

Like Indian dust her realities settle in slowly.  On our skin, our clothes, in our lungs.  Tonight we wrestle with it coughing, tossing in our beds.




A sato ma sadgamaya



Tamaso ma jyotirgamaya



Mrityur ma amritamgamaya



Om shanti shanti shanti



From untruth to truth lead us



From darkness to light lead us



From death to eternal life lead us



Om peace peace peace



Welcome to Delhi.


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