
We didn't know that funeral cremations happen every day. We watched men build a funeral pyre. The body was brought along on a stretcher. The face uncovered and ceremoniously washed by the grieving family members.


As a photographer I want to capture everything but capturing someone's pain in a funeral was a line I didn't want to cross. (There were some people down close to the ceremony taking pictures.) Ann and I moved to a vantage point more than a football field away where visitors stood with guides taking pictures. These pictures are the result of zooming in and cropping.

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