| I had the privilege of living for three months in an ancient village in the center of India in the state of Madhya Pradesh. While I had some duties, most of the time I was free to wander around the countryside. One morning I came across this caravan of camels. Having been bitten young by the travel bug I have a special fondness for nomads who slowly take shape in the dusty distance and then disappear silhouetted against the sun. |  |
My apologies for the aged quality of the photos but these prints have crossed deserts, jungles and oceans with me and have lain in forgotten closets for years. Still, it seems appropriate that, like me, they show the ravages of time.
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