Tuesday, September 1, 2009

No More Grapes to Steal

This past Sunday, Anjali and I headed out to the grape vineyard just outside Whitefield where we once sampled/stole some grapes. It was funny when we first went because we will willing to pay for whatever we tasted, but no common language existed between us and the people tending to the grapes (they only spoke Kannada). But, this time, there were no grapes. The harvest was over! Perhaps they were picked early in fear we might return?

Under a Grape Ceiling
Figuring out which grapes to taste

Get Down Here
These should have been fed to me

Ready to Ride
Time to leave

Fashion and Function Collide
Sunglasses on, ready to ride

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