STORY AND PHOTOS BY AMBER KIDNER
This installment from our resident contributor based in India was inspired by Lydia Davis’s very short stories.
Photos were taken on an unpredictable Holga.
Near an old stepwell in New Delhi.
TREE
The guard said I couldn’t use my tripod.
I said, “Come on,” a lot. Finally my husband said, “Let it go.”
After that, most of the pictures I took, using the ground for support, were just too soft for my liking, but this one is as sharp as the Holga can make it.
And after all that I prefer looking up at this tree from below anyway.
A flat in New Delhi.
ORANGES
I love oranges, especially as fresh orange juice. It’s a good thing that oranges grow in India.
A New Delhi park.
FAIR WARNING
Don’t slide down this slide. It’s not firmly in the ground.
Also, it’s very rusty and on a hot day it will burn your butt.
Ouch.
A New Delhi kitchen.
HALF EATEN
Aidan will eat part of an apple but he will not eat the whole thing.
The remainder just sits on the kitchen counter.
Waiting.
In Nehru Park, New Delhi.
HE'S GONE
I can’t remember why he got up to leave. Whatever the reason, though, it must have been compelling.
In Mussoorie, Uttarakhand, India.
TABLE
We sat in a corner of the café at a tiny table. Its surface somehow managed to accommodate all four glasses of water plus a card game while we waited for our lunch.
AMBER KIDNER
CULTURE KEEPER
Amber Kidner has always loved good books, people’s stories, and art. Her loves have taken her into a variety of artistic endeavors including photography, family therapy, and cultural research. Currently, she is studying Hindi and exploring ways to bring her passions to New Delhi in a way that is mutually satisfying and transformative.
Follow her adventures on amberkidner.com.
