We arrived here in Kayenta two nights ago, dusty, gritty and smiling ear to ear after visiting Upper Antelope Canyon on Sunday afternoon. We almost didn't go, for one reason and another - the websites weren't letting us book, the hotel phoned for us but "all busy". We were quite relaxed about it - it was hot, we'd been early that morning to Horseshoe Bend and marvelled at the height, the colours, the hugeness; had stopped off at the dam; breakfasted - or maybe brunched - in a booth at Denny's (among the Mother's Day lunchers) on pancakes, bacon and maple syrup, and done a supermarket top-up for our coolbox in Page, town of churches - what busy little bees we were. However, our road out from Page to Kayenta passed right by the site, so we just called in on the off-chance - and left for the canyon on a bumpy truck 5 minutes later with languorous Franky, our Navajo guide. WHAT a treat it was!!! It was pretty quiet, and lovely and cool, and the colours were…indescribable. We're still speculating as to the why and how - no doubt there are dissertations on it, somewhere.
She's a plasterer, in Delhi. She's so ...herself!
This was taken at Manchester's Mardi Gras parade - a fabulous annual event. I had no idea who the guy was, but that enigmatic look along with the feathers and body paint just chimed. I had the picture printed and framed for an exhibition the following year - everybody liked it, but nobody bought it and it stayed on my studio wall. But - update!!! --- seven years later, his friend saw the picture - I took it off the wall and gave it to him the picture to pass, with thanks :-)