| For a few days in Tamil Nadu I stayed at a school complex run by Father Antony, a local Catholic priest who holds several U.S. graduate degrees. He has built several schools, including a teachers college and schools for local orphans and children with physical handicaps.
 Father Antony in front of one of his school buildings.
|
 Some of the staff and students at the college. |
 My favorite folks: the cooks! |
 Some of the orphans and younger students. |
 Cameras make only infrequent appearances at the school. |
 A small student looked after by his older peers. |
 My friend Durga from the staff, who made sure I made it to meals on time. |
|
 Next to the school is a small village, full of exhuberant children and curious adults. I stumbled across the village on a walk and spent about an hour taking photos.
|
 Brothers, or friends. I have lost track. |
 Children kept pulling their parents, grandparents, brothers, etc., out of the village huts and houses to get into the act. |
 Poverty is relative, and is not necessarily depressing for children. |
 I kind of felt badly when the kids dragged this old guy out to be photographed. But he enjoyed seeing his image. |
 For instant mayhem, just bring out a digital camera. |
 Vanity is international. Most of the adults wanted to be sure to look their best before the photos, and adjusted their hair and clothing as feasible. |
 Sisters. |
 How can you resist? |
 Mugging for the camera in front of a small Hindu shrine. |
 One of life's most important lessons: never forget how to have fun. |
