Whenever I brought out my camera the locals wanted to have their pictures taken. Only the women were occasionally shy. This group of young men insisted that I photograph them. We were on the beach of Chennai, that used to be called Madras.
The picture behind this charming lady is of the god Gnasha and the girl on his lap is almost as charmig as the real girl.
A girls in a tourist shop in Tamil Nadu.
Tourists enjoying the 8th century Shore Temple near Mamallapuram
The markets were always rich with people and color.
The people we passed on the roadside were friendly and always smiling
This is a woman from the Bishnoi people who welcomed us into her village and showed us her home.
There were camels everywhere in Rajisthan because of the vast loads they can carry, which can be as much as a third of a ton in spite of their less than pleasing personalities. This young camel herder in the
A man with the pipe of his hooker across his lap in the Mehrangarth Fort in
I have at home a couple of antique irons. They are the kind that my grandmother might have put in the fire to heat before pressing the cloths. That is what this man is using. He is also standing in the hot sun while he is ironing. Jaipur
These men have a slightly cooler profession. They are using a carved block of wood that they dip in the tray of ink on his right, and then stamp on the fabric. I could see no overlap and the pattern appeared continuous. Jaipur
The man pictured below is making a knotted carpet. Faster than I could follow his movements he threaded wool between the white virticle cords, knotted it and sliced it off with the curved knife he is holding. Jaipur
Women maintance workers carrying baskets of sand on their heads in Jantar Mantar Observatory in Jaipur
Children visiting the Taj Mahal in