Thousands upon thousands of clothes get washed every day from dawn until dusk in this sea of pools, cleaning, sweat, and toil.Â I had a great time walking around down inside getting some up close and personal shots, all of which I lost in a tragic memory card confusion problem on the causeway.
I spent a Saturday in the bazaars and streets of Mumbai, walking around and taking pictures. I also had my own car and driver that I hired for about $16 for the whole day. He sat in the car on the edge of this area, and I kept going back and forth to swap out lenses or change memory cards… but I found all kind of interesting things… like this guy… every shot I got of him with the 300mm was just as intriguing!
This is Secret.
I found her walking with her hooded ilk around the back streets of Mumbai. Usually when I see a cadre of the enshrouded, they are accompanied by Muslim man that is glaring at almost everyone. This time there seemed to be no alpha around, so I asked her for her name. She looked at me and smiled (I think) and then looked furtively around to see if anyone was watching. I got the distinct impression that since I was a white oddity that actually spoke to her that she wanted to talk, but then thought better of it and made a slight bow before gliding away.