hanging laundry
We hired a driver for our trip from Pondicherry to Tanjore. The roads were still flooded from the recent cyclone, so we drove slowly under a clear blue sky, past fields of rice and small thatched-roofed mud houses, some with water coming right up to their back doors. Here was the India I’d always imagined: small quiet villages with dirt roads and cows munching on people’s front lawns, dried dung patties piled up in giant mounds by the side of the road, women carrying large loads of straw on their heads. I photographed it as vigorously as I could from our moving vehicle. 😉
flooded streets from the cyclone
happy cow
woman getting water
path to the brick house
motorcycles
222 kilometers to Chennai
unfortunate acronym for international phone calls
construction
women in muddy rice paddy
temple on the way to Tanjore
water to the horizon
3 Months In India 