Many years ago, the sight of farmers and their beasts of burden churning through the muddy paddies of Sri Lanka was an everyday occurrence.
Seen in the distance, it was a sight that nurtured romantic notions of timelessness and the bucolic life. That it was hard and cringingly muddy work for both animal and man was fully apparent if you managed to get closer
While many a pair has now been replaced by rotary hoes, the almost symbiotic relationship between the two seems to be expressed when you’re driving by at lunch time, or in the late afternoon, and everywhere, it seems, is the perfect place for a mud bath
I love the dialogue opened up by combining these photographs – without the contrary view, the story is incomplete.