Children everywhere are cute, but in India they could be heartbreakingly so. I met
this family as we were coming out of a Hindu temple in the countryside, and they insisted
I take a whole series of pictures so they could see themselves on the screen of my digital
camera. (They also hit me up for rupees afterwards, so I don't think it was entirely for
fun, but they really were delighted to see themselves and had me take a whole series of
pictures with various groupings of family members.)
The people in India were quite striking, and I wish I hadn't been so shy about taking
pictures of them. The woman were especially pretty in their brightly-colored saris, which
even very poor women wore for all kinds of work, including carrying baskets of rocks and dirt
on their heads at construction sites. One thing this trip has done for me is to put real faces
to my abstract concepts about economic justice and third-world poverty, and it will be
interesting to see how (and if) it affects my behavior in years to come.