India,
Moving.

Mumbai first. The rickshaw weaving through Andheri at rush hour — the city blurring past the open side, horns layered over horns. You don't photograph it so much as let it happen to the film.

Same city, from above. An intersection locked with auto-rickshaws, pedestrians threading the gaps, a McDonald's and a red flag sharing the same frame. Nobody waiting for a signal. Everyone moving at once.

Rishikesh by coincidence. A rhesus macaque on Laxman Jhula — completely unbothered by the crowd. The water was cold. The light was flat. Everything felt like it had been there longer than you.

New Year's Eve in Goa. Palm trees at dusk. Last frames on the last roll of the trip.