I cut this photo out of a magazine many years ago (don't know which or when so my apologies to the photographer that I cannot acknowledge it or ask his permission) My notes tell me tha the girl was in a makeshift classroom in Pokrovskoye near Lake Baikal but I think she typifies children in classrooms the world over - such a marvellously pensive look.
Sunday, 23 October 2011
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When I was about that girl's age, one of my teachers said to my mother, "She could do a lot better (at maths), you know, if she applied herself to it. But most of the time, she just sits there... and dreams."
ReplyDeleteHe was right.
I once visited a temporary school on the shore of Lake Baikal. It was a barren, very cold, wind-swept place. The children's smiles were the warmest thing about the place.
ReplyDeleteThat really is a lovely photograph.
ReplyDeleteMerci beaucoup,
SP
Sometimes a face, a look, can affect one so much. Because I don't carry images in my mind it can be very frustrating if I don't have a photo but can recall an incident. And, of course, as in this case, if you hadn't thought to cut the picture out of the magazine you could never have shared it with us. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteGO! THE ALL BLACKS! LOL!
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me very much of the photographs made by Margaret Bourke White during the Depression in this country, in the 30's.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this.