From The Guardian:
I was in a taxi in 1984, driving through the desert in Rajasthan in north-west India. It was June, the hottest month, and this sandstorm whipped up. It went from a clear, sunny day to dark and dusty, with a very strong wind. My first inclination was to protect my equipment, but then I realised I should get out and take some pictures because it was so dramatic. You can always buy a new camera, after all, but good pictures are few and far between.
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Wow, that’s an amazing picture. It looks so dynamic yet so serene. Great job!
There’s a story behind every picture.
And a picture behind every story
Namita