Paths Crossed on the Way to Srimongal

I love it when anyone looks out over their glasses at me.







I caught this shot out of the train window at the same time as the man's below. They were both quite curious about this big group of "bideshis" and excited to have their pictures taken.







This man's appearance is the kind of image I get in my mind when I think of a typical village farmer in Bangladesh. Hard-working . . . and yet time enough for tea and story-telling.






I love the way the sun hits the face of this young, somber boy. Pensive . . . for a moment, and then back to the recklessness of the game.







"Bideshis, let's go take a look. They are getting off of the train. The foreign kids are running around, playing games . . . just like us."







This pic makes me want to go shave my head and take a profile shot just so I can see the profile of my skull.









Pink is a gender neutral color in Bangladesh.







This young vendor was trying to peddle some tamarind concoction, but soon got distracted by all of the "bideshis" on the train.