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  • This is a picture I did not take, it's a powerful memory that is as clear in my mind as any picture I have taken. It was a boiling hot clear day in Sri Lanka 1990, as the car I was traveling in lurched over a remote single track railway line I saw two Buddhist monks walking away from me on one never ending singe railway line. They were in the brightest saffron robes and carrying large black umbrellas to shield their cropped heads from the relentless midday Sri Lankan sun (Mad dogs, Englishmen and Buddhist monks). The railway track framed them perfectly and seemed as though it went on for ever..... which somehow evoked the spirit of their faith. Where were they going and why were they going there on railway line in the hottest part of the day? A colourful powerful picture... that I did not take.
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