Been to Mysuru.

Hopefully the hungry traveller-photographer within is not really murdered. He’s just on a break, or just put to sleep for the time being, or something. But we all eventually get tired of all work and no play, don’t we. Especially when what was good fun at another point of time is currently the trough of being just a lot of work.

So we set off to Mysore and whereabouts last weekend, to do all the nothing we wanted to do. We missed the herd of friends that moved away looking for America and such. (On phone, the herd laughed at us for holidaying in Mysore. They were basically being cool dudes and taking a stroll in the nude beaches of California, or something.) To truthfully put it, this trip was not the usual fun without them, and the very thought that we all are drifting apart is mightily depressing. Sigh, such is life.

I wouldn’t be entirely honest if I claim that there are no pictures. But that’s how the end result turned out to be - my old new rangefinder’s workings are a lot different from what I’m familiar with. I won’t even bother to mention what I did. Let’s just say that I did something astonishingly, perhaps characteristically, stupid. And so this above picture, taken with Comrade maxaud‘s camera, has to be the only one, to stove away into the memory compartment.

I think I am losing it, or something. Oh slides, oh the sunny bright lovelies, how I miss you.