It’s been just over three years since I travelled to India on a pilgrimage to the Buddhist holy land with a couple of hundred members of the International Kwan Um School of Zen sangha. It doesn’t seem like that long; I think of the trip often, and most of the pictures on this blog, with the exception of the recent Thailand photos, are from India. My brief time spent in that vast, strange, and beautiful land got pretty deeply into my bones. I had the privilege of spending a night under the Bodhi Tree at Maha Bodhi Temple in Bodhgaya, and the courage to bathe by darkness in the waters of the Ganges in Varanasi. Both of these experiences can only be described as “life changing.” After I’d returned home, an anonymous friend commented that such profound experiences take a long time to sink in; the psychological effects take a while to manifest.
I’m not sure if the psychological effects of my trip to India have manifested yet, but the opportunity to process the experience has. Not long after I got back, I submitted an application to display some of my photographs in a gallery at the local library. I was told there’s a long waiting list. Last week, the library contacted me to inform me that one of the galleries is reserved for me for the month of November, 2015. A year may seem like a long time to prepare for a gallery showing, but I tend not to move very quickly. As I sift through my photo archives, I look forward to distilling my India experience through writing as part of the selection process. I’ll be interested to see what insight the light of three years’ time shines on an adventure that was at once overwhelming and exciting.
What I find most unbelievable looking back is that I went there without a camera. I didn’t own one at the time, committed as I was to the “full experience of the moment.” I’d long been convinced that carrying a camera was an unnecessary distraction, that concern with setting up the perfect frame to capture a great photograph detracted from the enjoyment of the experience. There may be truth in this, but thank God I relaxed my stance. By the day after we arrived, I knew I couldn’t not have a camera. The photo ops were way too good. India is relentlessly colorful, with unignorable juxtapositions of modern and ancient, poor and affluent, sacred and profane around every corner. My photo exhibit will be titled “Walking In The Footprints of The Buddha.” I hope you enjoy the images, and, as they say in the trade, may they be of benefit to all beings.
Footprints of The Buddha, Maha Bhodhi Temple, Bodhgaya