Sunday, 26 August 2012

Out In The Indian Sticks

If you're lucky to get waaay out of town, once in awhile you can run across a bucolic village. Huts, beautiful setting, some livestock. And, of course, super-friendly people.

Not much of a field to graze in, this lonely calf gets to be tied up to roam its own little area.

The goats, however, get to be pushed down the road, a regular cattle drive. A couple of village women.

Ever photogenic and smirky boys, a million different expressions.

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