Transcript of a discussion last weekend between my wife and me, concerning our recent trip to India (Delhi, Jaipur, Agra):
Gill: So, how many photos did you end up taking over there?
Shamus: Not sure.
Gill: I reckon you must have taken two thousand. At least.
Shamus: In one week? No chance!
Gill: But every time I saw you, you had that thing glued to your face, clicking away at something.
Shamus: Rubbish! I bet I didn’t even take a thousand.
Gill: [later, after she’d watched me empty my memory cards from camera to computer] So? How many was it?
Shamus: Um … two thousand and fifty.
My excuse? The Taj Ma-bloody-hal. That majestic, mesmerising chunk of marble could give anyone an itchy shutter finger.
Here, then, are a few samples to tide things over while I sort through the remaining two thousand and forty (not all of the Taj, I promise). Aside from the first one (a sunset shot), these were taken between 6.15am and 7.30am in the grounds of the Taj Mahal in Agra, India, on the morning of 29 September 2012.
Stunning place. Can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather have been on that day.
(Except perhaps at the G, watching the Swannies win the flag.)