Khatia posers.

You're walking in a village in the close neighbourhood of a major national park. You've been inside the forest for some days, but by now you've been quite suffocated by the restrictions in movement and monotony in there. In fact you're happy and relieved to be out in the sun, walking among people while they get on with their business. And the people, while friendly, are quite used to wildlife enthusiasts and regular urban slickers with bigger cameras walking around. They are not curious about you, they are not even remotely interested.



And then you meet a colourful bunch of young folks. You know you've just met your photographs. You point the camera at them "just to see" how they will appear in the viewfinder. And they spring up to a pose in a moment. How can you ever resist that moment?

I admit I could not.

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