| I had the privilege of living for three months in an ancient village in the center of India in the state of Madhya Pradesh. While I had some duties, most of the time I was free to wander around the countryside. One morning I came across this caravan of camels. Having been bitten young by the travel bug I have a special fondness for nomads who slowly take shape in the dusty distance and then disappear silhouetted against the sun. |  |
My apologies for the aged quality of the photos but these prints have crossed deserts, jungles and oceans with me and have lain in forgotten closets for years. Still, it seems appropriate that, like me, they show the ravages of time.
2 comments:
The caravan is a sight that so far has escaped me. I don't know if there is space on the bucket list for it.
BTW, I enjoy seeing the occasional post from your daughter. You are both very good photographers, but with very different eyes and minds.
That's really neat! You have had quite a life Ben.
I bet you wish you could have a few do-over trips now that you are shooting digital.
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