The group would arrive at a village and spread out to see who we could meet and what was the story here.
Village life is quiet in the heat of the day- much of the work is done early in the morning and at the end of the day, so people had time to invite us into
their homes for tea.We met school children everywhere and sometimes would go into the schools and talk to them about where we are from.
By the time we left a village we would have a trail of children and others following us back to the van. It was a good way to connect but often at odds with
creating an unposed photographic moment.
There was curiosity on both sides. The women dress in floating pink and orange chiffon saris no matter
what kind of work they are doing. They are the most colorful part of the harsh desert landscape.
Yet for me , it is often my split toned infrared images, stripped of color, that capture the feel of the land and the rhythm of the life here.