Day Laborers

When these women knocked at my door looking for work I was struck by how beautiful they were. New to India myself and having no work for them I asked if they would mind if I took their pictures. They were quite surprised and even shy at first, but as time went on they would reappear at my door, sometimes with a new friend for me to photograph. When they left my gate they would be giggling like little girls. While I enjoyed their visits over a 3 month period I could see how working in the fields as Day Laborers had come to age them. One woman looked barely recognizable. Her face had become so thin and dark, her daily toil clearly worn on her face. It was a harsh reminder of the struggle for survival in a country where both beauty and tragedy exist side by side.