One of the challenges of shooting stories about ancient explorers like Marco Polo is in finding modern-day equivalents to the sights a fourteenth- century traveler wrote about. In Iran, on the Persian Gulf, I was on the lookout for the residents Marco Polo described as “black-skinned people,” descendants of African slaves. He described meeting them near the port city of Bandar Abbas, as well as the climate extremes he encountered as he descended from a freezing 2500-meter mountain pass to a “great heat” on the gulf.
I ran into the same extremes when I arrived in the nearby village of Minab, looking to make pictures of a black-skinned resident. In killer heat, I spent the afternoon shooting hundreds of posed portraits — of the women with their unique form of hejab, framed in doorways and windows or backed by the adobe mud walls of their houses. Satisfied with what I had shot, I was packing up and heading back to the Land Cruiser when I spotted a woman washing clothes in a stream. She looked up and turned towards me just as I passed by. The late afternoon light was ideal. I managed to grab just 3 frames before she looked away. In this one serendipitous moment, I captured the perfect portrait with just the right gesture in just the right light. Out of all the other pictures I shot that day, this was the one we used. It wound up on the cover.

Astounding. I have never understood how someone can pull together light and composition to create such power, but there it is..
this is amazing… something that moves under consciousness telling that this is the right time…
A fasinating story of your pursuit of these people, and a wonderful shot, Mike.. It’s always a thrill when you realise that you’ve caught that elusive moment.
Nice stuff, do tell me when you post again something like this!