His job was to look after us and make us feel welcome, so he showed us around, took us for long walks in the terrific heat, slashed with his knife at the vicious, thorny vines that threatened to ensnare us, introduced us to the locals, showed us where a leopard lived. He'd been a paratrooper, was proud of it, and had a delightful way of explaining his plans in a way that made them sound like orders. His English was almost as rudimentary as my Gujarati. He was our friend.
[19 February 2007; Canon 20D, 24–105 mm f4 L at 105 mm, ISO 400, 1/160 at f5.0]
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... and I feel as if he's going to step out of the screen and into my room.
I really would like to see an exhibition of your portraits hanging on a gallery wall.
Thank you, Lesley. If I do manage to get an exhibition together, I'll certainly let you know :^)
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