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Kulvinder Matharu
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A traveller with a camera!
A traveller with a camera!

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Good fun at the London Bike Show today. Bought some gear too :)

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In Darkest Africa. Actually in remote Namibia with some of the darkest skies in the world.

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I took this photo way back in January 2014 but other projects prevented me from putting this online. This young girl, with her engaging smile, was selling trinkets near the Mingun Pahtodawgyi pagoda in Myanmar.

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The ancient city of Bagan in Myanmar is littered with Buddhist temples and pagodas; some small, some large. Here’s a view that I got from the top of one of these buildings. Wonderful place!

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Setting out on the Yangon Circular Railway, sometimes you just have to put your feet up and relax. This young man certainly did!

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It gets extremely busy with pilgrims from all over the country during the Ananda Pagoda Festival at the Ananda Temple in Bagan, Myanmar (Burma). This is a Buddhist monk at the temple. Photo taken in January 2014.

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The Shwedagon Pagoda is contained within a large complex in Yangon, Myanmar (Burma). Extremely hot during the day, it’s best visited towards and into the evening. This is a photo of the reflections from a tessellated mirrored-wall within the complex.

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We headed up into the hills in our van, hoping to come across some remote Padaung villages. The dirt track, however, proved too much for the poor vehicle and we couldn’t proceed much further. There was a road construction crew that we had passed a few minutes earlier and we were able to negotiate the usage of one of their “tractors” that is normally used to haul raw materials.

We jumped into the back of the tractor, and upward and onward we went into the hills, following dirt tracks that should reach some interesting villages. Even the tractor found the going tough, and we had had to dismount several times to give the thing a fighting chance to negotiate the rough terrain. Shake, rattle, and roll; sitting on solid metal was pretty uncomfortable!

After a while we were soon at our target, the tractor chugging its way into the centre of a Padaung village. The villagers informed us that we were the first foreigners they had seen since the British left Burma in 1948. I took that with a pinch of salt though. But the journey was worth it, as the village still practised many traditional techniques.

However, we were filled with dread of the return journey in that truck. But the pain of the return-trip in the truck was short lived as we, instead, soon ditched the truck and hiked through the hills heading in a direction that we thought would lead us to a road. The hike was memorable as it enabled us to take in the wonderful scenery and interact more sociably with the people we met along the way. A good day!

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When I first took up photography as a hobby, it was important to me that photos be taken in full-manual mode as I thought that doing so would teach me about exposures. I’m not entirely sure how successful that method was, but it sure did make me a slow photographer! I now shoot almost invariably in aperture-priority mode. A piece of nostalgia for me, here is a photo from my full-manual mode days.

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I've posted this photo before on G+, but I've now published it on my website. This lady was hard at work in a refuse dump out in the country, several miles from the nearest town. Some of the refuse had been set ablaze and, as I ventured further in, my throat and nose became the first casualties from the onslaught brought on by the thick acrid smoke. There were two benefits though; where there was an abundance of smoke, there was a scarcity of flies, and the rotting stink from the refuse was masked. You would pick your poison.
The heat of the sun, coupled with the heat of the fires, did not help. The lady worked on, moving piles of refuse from one area to another, sorting out those that should be burnt, those that should be buried, and those that could be scavenged. This was a hell to me. But these people suffer and endure. She looked over to us, and smiled.
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