What we see when we travel has a lot to do with where we came from. How we were raised. And how we view those that are from a destination. We carry an inherent bias and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It makes travel a unique experience for us all. Giving each of us something special to call back to when we’ve moved on in our lives. While I’m blessed to live what some would call a privileged life, I didn’t always have it this way.
Growing up in Cleveland you were surrounded by blue-collar men and women. I was raised by welders, mechanics, service folks, and farmers. People that made a living with their hands and sore backs. This taught me a level of respect and love for people that make a living doing what many would call “menial” jobs. But I would counter this characterization. Blue collar workers are some of the most skilled and vital people in the world. They keep us warm. They keep us fed. They keep us safe. Men and women that are looked down upon by many but are the foundation of life as we know it.
This man was selling Chai (aka Tea) on the banks of the Ganga. For about $0.14 a cup. With a skill level and finesse built up over possibly decades of experience and time. Thousands upon thousands of cups sold to locals and tourist alike. All while battling the elements. You see I notice the history in his hands. The soles of his feet. And the arch in his back. Those things combine to tell a story that many of us miss. But it’s a story nonetheless. We just need to learn how to listen.
My Settings
Hand Held or Stabilized: Handheld. I leaned against a ledge for stability.
Exposure: 1/320
Focal Length: 45MM
ISO: 100
Lighting: Natural light. Mid day
Body: A7S
Lens: 28-70
