These three guys spent at least eight hours out in the bay of Mumbai (Bombay is the British name) scooping up junk into their little boat. I know this because I kept passing the same place over and over again by the seafront. This was actually right by the Taj Mahal Hotel that was recently bombed, so I remember it very well.

After my third go-around, I leaned over the sea wall as they approached. After I got a few shots in, they all waved happily. There were not many white people around there, so I think I kinda stuck out, especially with the big ol’ camera.

There was simply too much to shoot in the dusty streets of Mumbai! I only spent about an hour on the streets between meetings, but I found a lot of interesting things…

I found this old woman not too far from Dhobi Ghat, with a full load as she slowly made her way through the streets. She was kind of sassy, in an old Hindu way.

Thousands upon thousands of clothes get washed every day from dawn until dusk in this sea of pools, cleaning, sweat, and toil.  I had a great time walking around down inside getting some up close and personal shots, all of which I lost in a tragic memory card confusion problem on the causeway.

I could give a description of this place I found in India, but I don’t think it is really needed…

I arrived in Mumbai (Bombay) and had a few hours before my dinner meeting, so I headed down to the Cordoba Causeway to get some pictures. In some of the backstreets, I found this little complex of doctor offices and this odd combination of signs…