Old Dhaka

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Big Buoy!





Gloria and Sarah on the river.





Reminded by of a picture from the book, "They Shall Know Our Velocity".





This guy begged for me to take his picture.





Laundry on the ferry.





Sunny days making for hot shots. (What does that sentence mean?)





Bananas and more bananas and. . .





Windowed, shuttered wall at the Armenian Church. Old Dhaka.





Cross on grave at Armenian Church. Old Dhaka.




Sarah and Jody on the street in a rickshaw.





Dave, Riley, and Pruitt aloft.

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)