"At one stop, a father and his two lovely daughters walked up the steep slope with effortless ease and approached us. They were shepherds and lived in the village nearby. The girls were in ethnic, traditional clothes, probably in their teens, blooming with health and life. He wanted us to take pictures of his daughters and also a photograph of himself between his daughters. We obliged him happily, but the complicated part was to explain that it would be weeks before he would receive the pictures. He knew about instamatic Polaroid cameras, so it was hard for him to appreciate the need for us to return home, process the film and then send him the prints."

--from Here Be Yaks by Manosi Lahiri

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