I went to India for 3 weeks in 1997, and I promised myself I’d go back. Ten years later I returned—this time, for 3 months in the spring and another 3 months in the fall. I was on a dream assignment for the Indian tourist board, and they let me set the agenda as to what I photographed and where I went. As is usual for me I did a lot of research, and I organized several notebooks of potential itineraries but once I arrived in New Delhi in the spring of 2007, I reacted to what I saw and in India there was always something unexpected going on. I got up early every day and walked the streets until my feet gave out.
It is a country that dazzles you with color and shadow and light; and it is filled with tradition and mystery and ceremony and elegance, and with overwhelming beauty. Most of all, the people were enchanting and enchanted, singing to themselves and their gods as they played and worked and prayed, singing songs in the fields, bathing in the Ganges, and asking me to photograph them.