The Images that weren't 'lost in the monochromatic mists of time'
Twenty-eight years ago I hit the road to find a story. My tools: two secondhand Olympus OM10 cameras with 28mm, 50mm and 120mm Zuiko lenses, a bag full of Agfachrome, a Swiss Army knife and one ironed hankie (thanks Mum). This is the story in black and white...
Good Morning Kathmandu - A frigid mist cloaks this medieval neighborhood. It is tranquil yet strangely eerie at this early hour. No farting tri-wheelers, no hustlers chasing a fast rupee, just the muffled and determined drum of market workers' feet through timeless streets, carting produce from the countryside and into the city deeps.