He passed many an afternoon gazing intently at
photographs of crying babies and laughing women.
Not exact matches
When I visited Amanda in Hyderabad back in 2006, I had my «poverty tourist» moments — being shocked by the slums, throwing up all the time, taking an absurd amount
of photographs,
crying like a
baby when the rickshaw driver ripped us off — but Amanda never looked down her nose at me or chided my efforts, even though a few weeks before she had held a dying little girl in her arms and a few weeks later she would severely burn her leg on a motorbike.
Winter presents great opportunities to
photograph babies crying for their mothers, mothers interacting with their pups, males challenging and fighting with one another, and the commotion
of all
of the activities happening at once.