This is a scanned image from my trip to India in 1999. (Unfortunately, I have misplaced the negative, so I have scanned it from the only copy I have of the picture). We went to the Valley of Flowers, Uttranchal (in northern India). A heaven on earth with flowers that grow like trees. Nevertheless, this image, and not the flowers, is one of the most powerful memories of my trip and even though it is a sad image, it has always been around me. Somehow, it reminds me that we need to look around and be part of the surroundings.
He was there alone, in the middle of the road. It was raining quite a lot. And all he had was his black cover and the bucket. I remember looking at those hands for a long time. He did not move. He was just there.
UPDATE: I have found the negative!!!! YES!