Tiles, Porker and a Siesta House

These tiles outside of the Banderban Guest House restaurant just melted my clay loving heart. Okay, I am being sappy.




I captured this little porker in a Tripura village. In a mostly Muslim country, they are quite a rare site.



This lone structure is a rest house for the people working in their hillside fields. When it is hot and humid (middle of the day) they take rest in these places. Sounds inviting about right now.

Toes and Faces

These toes showed up on a picture that I took of a blue rope. They are the toes of the man rowing our little dugout canoe downriver. If only toes could talk. If you look at them long enough, they might. What might they be saying?




This Tripura lady kept making funny faces at me until I finally got this one. I posted this one because she would probably have liked it the best, but the other ones show a shared humanity, something that is lost when we merely "observe" other cultures as if we were not intricately linked in the larger scheme of things.





This little guy (above) was tickled to have his photo taken. I was struck by the large cross around his neck. Our guide whose name was "Lal" (Red) told us that most of the tribal groups are Christian. These other little guys were just as eager to have their pictures taken. (below)