WOMAN WORK

Young girls carrying fire baked terracota pitchers over head for fetching

water from the only well in the outskirts of Cholistani village. Title taken

from Maya Angelou poem. Comments/ Critique/ ratings welcome.

Umair Bhai, beautiful image but but tinged with sadness.. A look at their faces shows no trace of joy, only suffering. Unfortunately, this is life for majority of the people in Pakistan & India.

that particular absence of joy comes from the realization that your life's never gonna chang for better. adolescents begin to realize that when they go out and confront life!

Regards!

And development will bring them water to their houses... so they will not have to go out anymore... The dilemma so well written by Antoine de Saint Exupéry. Kind regards. Karl

Great harmony on this one. I like the separation between the subjects an the background. Cheers !

Great capture and well composed. Best wishes.-Jim

I will say kids at work. Expression of their sadness beautifully captured.

 

A woman in this world, it is often a synonym for slavery, when they really are the mothers of us all. Unique document. Congratulations. Have a nice weekend. Vicente.

Excellent capture, Umair. A delight of scene, colors and DOF. The expressions are unique. Very good shot! Best regards!

Perfect colors, very good shot. Well done. Regards..

beautifully documented..face expressions are spontaneous...regards.

Fantastic documentation. The composition is very lively and the expression is awesome. Rgds.

Beautiful, excellent colors and lovely little girls.

 

Alberto

Hello Umair,

veri nice life photo with great colors. Congratulations.

Regards, Nebojsa.

 

Wonderful documentary and character sketch...Great expressions...Marjorie

Beautiful shot, as usual, Umair. And, no, I do not think their lives are sad or will never improve. One has to be careful what one says about these things. The truth is that how one defines happiness or sadness is often the result of how one perceives the reality around her. I, too, came from a small village in Nigeria, and carried water on my head all the way through elementary and high school. From where I am now, it is difficult to appreciate me saying this, but what I see in the picture is purity and dignity.

 

Yes, they do not look happy, but I work in San Francisco now, and as I type this, it is 8:30 on a Monday morning, and I got off the bus half an hour ago, and all the way to my office, I saw faces that looked ten times as miserable as these beautiful young girls. This, of course, is not to say that they should be jumping for joy if their lot is hard, just offering a little perspective that the grass sometimes only LOOKS greener on the other side of the fence, that when you finally make it over there, you quickly discover that is is merely artificial turf.

hmm...I agre with each and every word you said! regards!

Beautiful poetic work that brings forward, as always, the element of humanity.