When I made this photos I realize this is my friend portrait. He is creative person, always with cigarette in mouth, like whiskey and married to his job in advertising. Well when he saw the pictures he said its Creative Burnout and wrote:

Late nights, me and my camera. I have always been a whiskey man….if you know what I mean. I never wanted to, but such is destiny. Come with me. Lets go to a place far far away.

Will you light a cigarette for me!!

The street food of Old Delhi is famous, and many tourists every day try their best to experience the most traditional delicacies of India. At 8 am Chandni Chawk is still sleeping, except chai walas who start the magic of morning tea adding some secret ingredients, fresh milk and fresh black tea. Breakfast is a prime time for food sellers, but even then they often share it with those who can’t pay!

They sure have big hearts there in the Old City. Street food photography is always a challenge: the light is available, people move fast doing their work, the food can be taken just in a moment and you have to find the right frame and often – some people may not like to be photographed. However it is worth it, people of Old Delhi smiling and very kind. It is a great pleasure to click some great smiles, some gorgeous moments and the great food they make.

May the spirit of this Easter fill your lives and homes with peace, happiness

A samosa is a fried or baked pastry with a savory filling. The samosa have originated in Middle East (where it is known as sambosa). It has been a popular snack in  Asia for centuries. Samosas are often served in chaat, along with the traditional accompaniments of yogurt, chutney, chopped onions, coriander, and chaat masala.

Example of a classic still life food photography. British style

Meringue is a type of dessert, made from whipped egg whites and sugar. Sweet and crisp, gentle and beautiful and great with tea

I fall in love with this poetry, when I was a baby,
perhaps, the butter is the reason

The King’s Breakfast

The King asked
The Queen, and
The Queen asked
The Dairymaid:
“Could we have some butter for
The Royal slice of bread?”
The Queen asked
The Dairymaid,
The Dairymaid
Said, “Certainly,
I’ll go and tell
The cow
Now
Before she goes to bed.”

The Dairymaid
She curtsied,
And went and told
The Alderney:
“Don’t forget the butter for
The Royal slice of bread.”

The Alderney
Said sleepily:
“You’d better tell
His Majesty
That many people nowadays
Like marmalade
Instead.”

The Dairymaid
Said, “Fancy!”
And went to
Her Majesty.
She curtsied to the Queen, and
She turned a little red:
“Excuse me,
Your Majesty,
For taking of
The liberty,
But marmalade is tasty, if
It’s very
Thickly
Spread.”

The Queen said
“Oh!”
And went to
His Majesty:
“Talking of the butter for
The Royal slice of bread,
Many people
Think that
Marmalade
Is nicer.
Would you like to try a little
Marmalade
Instead?”

The King said,
“Bother!”
And then he said,
“Oh, dear me!”
The King sobbed, “Oh, deary me!”
And went back to bed.
“Nobody,”
He whimpered,
“Could call me
A fussy man;
I only want
A little bit
Of butter for
My bread!”

The Queen said,
“There, there!”
And went to
The Dairymaid.
The Dairymaid
Said, “There, there!”
And went to the shed.
The cow said,
“There, there!
I didn’t really
Mean it;
Here’s milk for his porringer
And butter for his bread.”

The Queen took
The butter
And brought it to
His Majesty;
The King said,
“Butter, eh?”
And bounced out of bed.
“Nobody,” he said,
As he kissed her
Tenderly,
“Nobody,” he said,
As he slid down
The banisters,
“Nobody,
My darling,
Could call me
A fussy man—
BUT
I do like a little bit of butter to my bread!”