Engraved by Life II.
I was sitting on the road-shoulder during twilight. This old lady and her friend was sitting by me, just a few meters away. I saw her breathtaking face, with decades of experiences engraved in the flesh. I felt a bit shy that night, so, at first I just started to gradually slip closer to her, while just playing with my camera. When I felt that she got used to my presence, I asked her permission with my eyes, and take this shot. The next one (Gossip) is about the same model.
Laborer Child
Technically this is not a high quality photo, but emotionally very close to me; It is my very first picture in India. Brunch of people were working, making bricks by hand. Whole families were working there, every member , from the youngest to the oldest one, having its own task. I was very excited when approaching them, because I did not know how people would react here for the camera. I was so nervous that even mis-measured the light, so the photo turned out to be overexposed. And then I got this present: his smile. He was happily accepting me and the camera, just as his father. This is where all my Indian photography story started... I remember them with good heart.
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