A small fishing wharf on the creek side, next to the Kamote township amidst a misty backdrop that had taken over the area due to intense rain that day.
This image was made two years ago when I was passing by the area one rainy September evening. The sight was so beautiful and dreamy that I stopped on the rickety bridge (far left side, in a non obstructing manner) to make a few images in spite of the heavy traffic buildup a few meters ahead of me at the toll. A few months later, work once again took me past the area and I was rather dejected at the fact that a pipeline was being made through the mangroves, from the Kamote side to Kharghar. And ever since I never managed to ‘stop and stare’ at the sight, perhaps consciously preventing me from seeing the scars that took over ‘the Dream that once existed…’
The diffused sun rays create a silhouette of the New Vashi Bridge and the railway bridge during the early hours of the day. As seen from the old Vashi Creek Bridge.
The idol of a deity stuck in the low tide at Sagar Vihar. A lot of garbage and pollutants wash up the shore at Sagar Vihar during the change of tides.
Fishing boats dot the landscape at Dabhol. Fishing is an important industry and a means of living in the coastal areas.
People aboard a ferry wait to get down while crossing the stretch of the sea at Dapoli.
Where the sea meets the horizon with a lone boat passing through. As seen from the Jaigad Fort.
The vast, clear and people less beaches of Murud.
Taken on the way to the Dabhol ferry jetty. The road down the jetty gives an overview of the of the whole area. The area remains a sleepy town with a slow paced life where people have no hurry as compared to that in the city.
Kids play in the waves at the Guhagar beach. The beach remains rather empty and clean compared to beaches in the city.
The waves shine under the setting sun at Guhagar beach.