A long time ago now (we’re talking fall here…not winter on the brink of spring), I took a weekend road trip to visit a friend’s sugar mill factory in Jahadabag, a village three hours from Lahore. It was sugar cane land but if your picturing something akin to Willy Wonka or a Candy-land you may want to backtrack. Instead think dinosaur sized camels hauling very, very wide loads of cane stalk. And beside the sugar fields, small stone houses patterned with rounds of hand printed dung, drying in the sun. The factory itself I will simply describe as; falling a million miles short of any safety inspection…anywhere.
On the way home, we stopped by a roadside family enterprise that boils sugar into a hardened (and delicious) molasses. The family had never had their pictures taken before. They became enamored with my lens and I, through my lens, was easily enamored with them. A week later my sugar cane factory friend delivered a hard copy of these pictures to the family of sugar boilers.