Baikal Girl

The crisp blue Siberian sky was reflecting off the surface of the lake and the landing was full of people and tables of fish. Wood smoke hung in the air like fog. The girl and her friends were running past, involved in some complicated negotiation only they understood.

I asked an old man standing nearby if I could take pictures of the children. Whether it was hospitality or in hope of a sale of some of his fine, handmade jewelry, I am not sure, but he sprang into action. In a moment the kids were waiting in front of me. I lined them up and shot fast, not wanting to miss the moment.