Presenting my very first short film project. Shot on location at an Orphans First children's home in Guntur, India. Their friends must have called them famous, stars for sure.
- Monday -
Today was a day off of sorts.
We got invited to the victory luncheon for a local politician that happened to be a relative of the owner of the building we were staying in. Incredibly strange.... Or maybe that's just because I don't speak Telegu....
To be honest, I was terrified that they'd ask me to say something, thankfully they only asked me to take a few photos.
The afternoon was lost to quiet thought, recharging for the days to come...
Afternoon bled into chalky dusk, and I began to grow restless once more.
Sensing my anxiousness, Stevens and Suresh took me out onto the Guntur streets for a evening of exploring & street photography. India is quite possibly the best country on earth for street photography, and particularly in the somewhat less traveled south. Almost without exception, people were more than happy to have their photo taken. Just wish I could've had prints to give to them! Thankfully, Fuji's been working on a solution to that issue.
(More on that later).
Capsaicin is a colorless toxin that causes a painful burning sensation when it comes into contact with the skin, and can even cause chemical burns in it's pure form.
You're probably familiar with the substance in a more innocuous way however, as it's the chemical responsible for the heat of a chili pepper.
By now you're probably wondering at the point of this segue. Perhaps this explains it a bit better:
Yes, those are chilies. Millions upon millions of Guntur Chili Peppers, dried in the Indian sun. On the way back from the afternoon of meeting the children's home alumni, we stopped off at a massive processing facility and market where hundreds of men and women sort and bag and sell the surrounding countryside's signature crop.
The very air seared its way through my lungs, as an involuntary cough shook my frame. Those who work in this humble profession endure this for years, working with bare hands and feet, hardly noticing the burning.
As used to the peppers effects as the workers are, they still cough. The body has limits of what it can grow accustomed to. I'm told this place turns into a kind of hell in summer, as temperatures soar to 110 degrees Fahrenheit or higher.
Truly a remarkable place.
This part of India is beautiful in a quiet sort of way, with roads covered in canopies of trees and mountains seemingly always a little way off in the distance, and fields of chilis and tobacco blanketing the countryside.Read More