The Women…

My dad had an eye, that’s for sure. Here’s a lovely composition of three generations of women having a moment of rest in the fields.
I’m not sure what’s going through the child’s mind, but if it were me I’d probably be thinking, “You aren’t seriously expecting me to work in this field.” The answer would most likely be yes, an answer delivered firmly yet tenderly.
I love the fabrics in this shot, especially how differently they are all dressed.

The date on this slide is October, 1963. While that’s the date of the processing, it definitely places closer to the end of our stay. I’m wondering if, as my dad’s language skills improved, if he had an easier time putting people at ease when making images.
I do, in odd moments, wish my parents had continued speaking Dusun and Malay at home when we returned, there’s a chance I might have retained more than how to count to ten. Moot point I suppose, though I’ll admit on a couple of trips to Indonesia in later life I definitely recognized more than I expected; Indonesian being a “trade” Malay to some extent.