Photos from a homestay in rural India

At the front of the house, steps led to the family’s fields: a long basin of tanned stalks, dammed by hills and crowding trees. Dawn had felt her rosy fingers past the trees, the thick trunks and heavy leaves, to touch the fields and illuminate grains of rice, bobbing on the stalks, bent by a morning breeze.

From A Homestay in a South Indian Village, by Iain

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