This man is a saddhu, a wandering spiritual man who lives on alms. This particular saddhu gives nearly all he gets to feed the many destitute people around him.
At the so-called "rat temple," priests and villagers feed, dote on and worship rats as the returned souls of their departed family and village members. Though I didn't get a picture of it, a boy in the temple motioned me over, saying, "See that one white one there? That's your people."
I took this during a camel ride at sunset in the desert in the northwest corner of India, 30 miles from the Pakistani border. This was the only place I felt somewhat wary - just too close to al-Qaida territory.
Larry Irvin hiking along the Ganges River above Rishikesh in the foothills of the Himalayas.
I stopped to see the dhurrie, or rug-weaving, of this woman's husband but ended up buying a mirrored Indian bedspread from her. The woman is making chapatis (fried bread that Indians have with most meals), and the little boy is saying "namaste" with his hands, which means thank you or bless you.
A Jain temple with a marble relief.
In India, motorists share the roadway with cyclists animal-drawn carts and camels. I learned two rules of the road: Stay in the middle (no matter which direction you're headed) and blow your horn ALL the time.
A "sea of scooters" is basically what traffic in the city of Jaipur looks like at all times.
Oxen pull a waterwheel.
At minimum this is what a roadway anywhere in India looks like when traveling. This photo was not taken in a major city.