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The evening after we'd visited these villagers I was able to get the photos printed at a local photographer's shop in Bhuj. Parbat, our guide, delivered them the following day. 



Like yesterday's kids, he seemed unsure what to make of the photographer. One can imagine what he must have been wondering, presumably having never seen anyone or anything similar. But how long will that be the case?
The wee girl was fascinated but had clearly never seen anything as outrageously weird as the tall, white, strangely attired person smiling from behind that enormous lens.
After a few days the local people recognised us and smiles like this became common. 
We knew them as waxeyes when we were kids, and the old books gave a long list of other common names. “Blighty birds” was one of my favourites but I’ve never heard anyone actually call them that, although it’s still listed in most references. Apparently they earned that particular name from their habit of eating “blight”, an old term for aphids, scale insects and the like. Ornithologists and other scientists call them Zosterops lateralis (sometimes with a subspecies added); the Maori name is tauhou, “stranger” (often translated as “little stranger”) — reference to their arrival in Aotearoa in the nineteenth century.
At the old palace somewhere in Gujarat, the spiders rule now. This, with its legs outspread in this characteristic manner, was about the size of my palm.
In 2006 I helped out at the wedding of friends. While they were dancing I photographed, and this moment caught my eye. It seemed to sum up so much. The wedding dress was apparently an heirloom; it had a grace and elegance that seems uncommon among contemporary wedding dresses (an assessment based on my admittedly limited knowledge of such things — but even I thought it was particularly beautiful).
After chatting for a while, I asked if I might photograph her. She seemed pleased; her son by that time was utterly bored. 

On the Nyika Plateau in northern Malawi, Crawshay's zebra (Equus guagga crawshayi, a subspecies of the plains zebra) were common. Although a lone zebra in grassland like this appears conspicuous, a herd can be confusing to look at, particularly when they're running, and I imagine they'd be hard to spot in the dappled light of the small patches of forest scattered around the Plateau.