One of the most dignified men I've had the pleasure to meet. A shoe shine in New Orleans who told me about returning to the city after Katrina. He's been shining shoes at Jackson Square for decades. My old shoes never looked better (until, of course, my dog ate one of them). This fellow didn't believe in using rags or brushes to apply the paste polish, telling me that he needed to feel the leather directly with his bare fingers. No one ever loved me shoes the way he loved me shoes.
The following is not much of an image technically.
I took it in the mid 1980s when sailing around the Pacific in a square rigged sailing ship named "The Eye of the Wind". I always felt this young lady, dressed in more or less traditional garb exhibited great grace and dignity. The photo was taken on a tiny atoll located between the Solomon Islands and New Guinea.
A couple of pics from old campesinos in rural northeastern Brazil, taken during my wife's thesis interviews. How people succeed in maintaining their dignity in poverty conditions always surprises me.
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