I don’t get out and about very much these days. In this I would guess I am much like many of you: facing unusual challenges and trying to find things to focus on, or in my case take my mind away from work challenges and still keep me engaged with my many friends and family who read this blog, even if you’re continents, oceans and time zones away from where I find myself now. Anyhoo, I’m still trying to post something each day despite the fact I’m honesty not walking many new paths or going to many new places in any given week, since mid-March. However, I have dug out a new treasure trove of photos taken in the “old” days of January at the pleasant and busy waterfront along the Buriganga river, near one of our clinical sites in Kamrangirchar. It’s a quite different part of the city from the area where my own office and home are, and where my urban mangoes are (still!) growing and the city signs have been so overwhelmingly documented. In any case, I herewith introduce you to the next little series that I’ll be calling “Urban Riverfront,” for as long as these photos last, which looks like eight more posts after this…unless I find more tucked into a folder somewhere. I shall likely alternate with more Signs of the City and glimpses of Urban Gardens any place I can find them :-). I do hope you find them, or the posted evidence that I’m still getting out of bed each day and trying to do something or other with my life in these weird times, worth coming back for. Peace & health.
Ok, so my experiment in finding photographic ways to explore how mangoes grow is perhaps a complete flop. I’m open to this possibility. I did feel my first post at least managed to show the growth of mangoes from flower to small fruit, despite the self-evident patheticness (patheticity?) of an overworked-from-home Paul finding things to focus on each day. Now I have learned that teeneaged mangoes grow the way a pot of water boils: not very much, if you’re watching them each day. Those mangoes in the photo immediately below are 24 days younger than mangoes in first photo in the rows below…but I can’t really see much difference…can you?? So I’m offering this deadly-dull series of semi-daily photos from the same angle to show you that, indeed, they’re still on the tree, still not ripe, getting rain and so hopefully growing towards ripeness. I think if there is a next Urban Mango entry, it will come once there is visible change to show you: color, size, something a bit less like watching the rain fall, the paint dry, or the pot (not) boil. 🙂 Trust me, if the time ever comes when one of these ends up in juicy orange slices against white yogurt in my breakfast bowl, you’ll see that. Then, at least for me, the patience will find some small reward. Peace, health, compassion.