RUMKI, HALIM’S WIFE AT THE GATE which leads to their home in Mohammadia Housing. Halim is a good friend of mine. Until we knew her better we always thought of “room key” to remember her name. It’s amazing the helps we use in trying to remember words in another language.
YOUNG BENGALI WOMAN CELEBRATING THE Bangladesh New Year 1418 at Chandrima Park behind the Parliament building.
SHUBHO NABO BARSO to all my Benglai friends. Tomorrow is Poila Baisakh, New Year’s Day in Bangladesh. It is traditional to wear red, which I am sure will be no different tomorrow.
Ladies already clad in red on New Year’s Eve.
BENGAL HINDU LADY PUTTING A DESIGN ON THIS POTTERY. It is amazing to see her speed and accuracy. This is in a Mrinmoy pottery village near Manikgang.
BENGALI LADY CARRYING DIRT, excavating for a new apartment building. The poor don’t have many choices. It is nice to see that she is working instead of begging, though I wish she had other options.
A Load Coming
Being Dumped
Dumped!
POTTER AT WORK WITH A FOOT-POWERED WHEEL at Mrinmoi Pottery Village near Manikgang.
VENDOR AT THE TOWN HALL MARKET, in Mohammadpur, Dhaka. Here is where I buy my potatoes, onions, garlic, and cloves.
MY FRIEND CHARLES’ MOTHER!
Today I went for a followup visit to the hospital, and the OP orthopedic Dr. looked at my previous x-ray and said my ankle is not broken! After 4-6 days I will go in to have the cast taken off and re-examined!
AT THE DRIK GALLERY LEAVING with a rickhsaw. Ingrid, my friend and physiotherapist making sure I use proper procedure in getting on and off of a rickshaw.
INGRID MILLER AND I STANDING with the photo of mine that accepted to be a part of the TTL “Bangladesh in Frames III” exhibit at Drik Gallery, in Dhanmondi, Dhaka, Bangladesh from March 25-29. Ingrid is a friend and physio therapist who met me at the gallery to show me how to properly get up on a rickshaw and down. She was expecting me to arrive on a CNG, so was surprised to see me on a rickshaw before she taught me how. I did confess that I had already gotten up on a rickshaw, went to the vegetable market to buy veggies, and came home and got off the rickshaw. We tried several methods but she admitted that the way I was doing was probably the best way. I suspect in physiotherapy schools they don’t teach techniques on how to get up on a rickshaw unless the school would be CRP in Savar, Bangladesh!! Actually it was my wife’s good idea on how to get into a microbus (van), which she gave me yesterday on our trip to the India border. Ingrid also helped assist and give me ideas as I negotiated the steps to the different galleries at Drik. Notice the shirt which I received as a gift because one of my photos was accepted!
BENGALI LADY WASHING HER FACE as she leans over the train tracks at the Mymensingh, Bangladesh train station.
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