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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
New gear meant a new visit to Suneil, my older brother. Follow him for great landscape shots, wedding shoots, and amazing destination photography. He actually manages to travel more than I do, yes that is possible.
Bhaiya, you taught me how to shave, how to bike, how to take photos, how to run, how to talk to women, and how to develop a work ethic & a moral compass. You taught me the importance of also having traditions, whether is is a one day ski trip every year or taking a photo of Ganesha as your first shot. You made me realize there is a significance to rituals and honor. I feel privledged to call you my older brother and I am sorry for any anxiety or pain I ever caused in your life. But I am entertaining right…?
Rainy day? Psh…d4 day.
No more waiting.
Size does matter.
Niles: I’m washing my hands of the entire matter.
Frasier: Wouldn’t miss it for the world, would you?
Niles: I’ll be there at seven with a cheeky Bordeaux.
Frasier
thatkindofwoman replied to your photoset: A rare glimpse of all four brothers, and their…
Your brother’s mustache is epic.
It is also on his drivers license now….Abhi is a pretty epic bro, kinda nuts like me, but in med school. Have him write you scripts? No thanks!
A rare glimpse of all four brothers, and their Nani.
& Manu with me and the “rock”
Day at the Races
Published on Two Inch Cuffs
Words, Dylan Nord. Images, James Nord
Eight leashed dogs are lead past a nearly empty stadium with borrowed coats on their backs. The first dog in the line, number one, is huge. Seventy pounds of waist high muscle contracts making his slow stroll seem purely athletic. But as he bends to sniff the grass at the edge of the track and then crouches to let off a bit of piss, he seems more like a family pet than a prize winner. All the numbered greyhounds here at the Flagler Dog Track in Florida are indifferent until the race begins, but as the mechanical rabbit slides quickly by on a rail in front of them, the front gates are lifted and the race has begun. Instinct causes an explosion onto the track. Kicking up sand behind them, the dogs stretch their sinewy bodies trying for an unreachable target. Pulling every bit of speed out of a four legged body built for it, the greyhounds frantically fly after the rabbit. But the excitement of the track is not transferred into the stands. Sprinting dogs are not urged on by screaming voices. Instead, the old spanish men, a majority here, are instinctually calm. Sipping espresso out of small plastic cups, and ashing their cigarettes over the stadium railing. They spend the day analyzing the records of a few fast dogs and making two dollar bets, and as each race finishes the men’s sun worn faces draw only slightly up or down to reveal the success of their wagers.
These are how brothers should work together.
Soon SD, soon.
Intertwined souls.
No not sappy love, I am talking about your brothers, your roommates, your work friend who just clicks the right amount with you. I honestly do believe that there are souls that are familiar with each other. Take for instance my room mate James Nord. We could talk for hours about cycling, cars & fashion all at once. My brother Suneil could teach me about genectics and find a way to get my attention again by comparing them to media or cars. These two men are an integral part of my life and I do believe that prior to meeting them, I already knew them in a past life or ten before.
Who in you life makes you feel this? (Tell me by hitting the Ask button) - I will reply
Tuesday pit stop
