A boy launches himself headfirst into the dark pond.
One boy hits the water as another climbs the rock for his turn.Floodlights blaze along the dam at night, the water black below.
Smokestacks rise from the mill as dawn breaks over the plain.
Steam drifts from the factory while the town wakes beneath low clouds.First light cuts through the clouds over the mill and the hills beyond.
Palms stand over a freshly planted field, the lake and hills beyond.
A young man cuts fodder in a sea of green, the lake behind him.He pauses in the field and meets the camera.
Almost hidden by his load, a man carries an armful of cut grass through the field.
A man shoulders a huge bundle of greens beneath the rocky peak.Bundle on his back, he makes his way across the field.
A farmer points out across the field, an armful of grass under his arm.
He looks back over his shoulder, the lake and the peak behind him.An elder in white, a green towel over his shoulder, stands at the edge of the clearing.
He sits on a blue-painted wall, hands resting on his knees.
Towel on his shoulder, the elder looks straight into the lens.The elder walks hand in hand with a young woman along a rocky path.
Hands reach up to ring the temple bells as the festival crowd presses in.
Banana groves and red earth roll down to the lake, the hills rising behind.Rubbish piles high behind a wall painted with Tamil lettering.
A stream runs thick with rubbish past the backs of houses.
A man washes beneath water spilling from the rocks, a pipe pouring into the pool below.A dog trots across a bamboo footbridge over the stream.
A man in jeans strides across the same narrow bridge.
A girl in a flowered dress stands against a weathered wall.She holds the camera's gaze, arms at her sides.
The procession comes down the dirt road, a boy in red leading the way.
Families gather around the Ganesha idol for its journey.A boy with a face full of pink powder stands before the procession.
Garlanded in flowers, Ganesha waits beside the families who carried him.
A woman looks up with a green parakeet perched on her head and another on her shoulder.The parakeets stay put as she turns toward the camera.
Both birds settle in as she stands among the tarps and red earth.
A green-faced deity peeks out from behind a patterned tarp.Pigs root through a mound of rubbish beneath the palms.
A narrow strip of green runs between two concrete walls.
The river winds between green hills and patchwork fields.Fields and palms spread across the valley toward a distant range.
Rows of young trees meet the brown water at the river's edge.
The river sweeps past a quilt of green and red plots.Straight down, a drain spills into the river beside a crumbling house.
The river bends through green farmland beneath a stormy sky.
A road runs along the river past walled plots and red roofs.The town crowds the riverbank, the water curving away into the haze.
Men bathe at the river's edge beneath the power lines, a yellow net drying on the rocks.
One man dips into the river while the others wash on the rocks.A mill spreads along the riverbank, a bridge crossing just downstream.
The crowd gathers at night as Ganesha rides past on a lit float.
Faces turn toward the glowing idol as the procession moves along the wall.A barrage spans the wide brown river, the farmland stretching away on both banks.
The lights of the town and a smoking chimney reflect in the still river at night.
A fisherman untangles his net in a round coracle.He glances up from the net, the coracle heaped with green mesh.
Head down, he works the knots out one by one.
A man sits in his coracle as the evening settles over the town's edge.Plastic and rubbish settle into the shallows, an orange bag caught among the branches.
Litter lines the bottom of the murky water.
Two dragonflies cling to a twig above the dark water.A dragonfly rests on a branch as a plastic bottle drifts past.
Rubbish spills down the bank to the water's edge.
Seen from above, bands of foam and green water pattern the river's edge.A town presses against the river, a circular pit on the far bank.
The river splits around a bank of fields and houses.
Rooftops and trees crowd together, seen straight down.The sun sets over a riverbed of sand and shallow pools, a lone figure wading.
Evening light spreads across the pools and sandbanks.
An elder holds a cloth to his chest as the sun goes down behind him.A dirt track climbs over the dry, burned ground.
A woman spreads a long cloth to dry on the riverbank.
Tall grass bends in the wind over the dunes.A woman in a teal headscarf strides across the dry riverbed with a red bucket.
Bucket in hand, she crosses the wide sand toward the trees.
She grows smaller against the empty riverbed.Tracks crisscross a sandy stretch of the riverbed, seen from above.
The river runs thin between wide banks of sand and scrub.
The riverbed lies scarred and bare, the water pushed to one side.Straight down, green water meets a riverbank pocked with pits.
The river braids through channels and pools on its way to the horizon.
A broad sandy bank stretches between the palms and the water.A barrage cuts across the frame, deep water on one side and sand on the other.
Construction crews work the sand beside a long bridge over the river.
An old carved door studded with worn metal plates.A Tamil Nadu water board pumping station stands at the edge of the river.
Two men in checked lungis stand on the red dirt road, one leaning on a staff.
They pose side by side, their shadows long across the road.A long bridge stretches across the horizon beyond the scrub.
The round pumping station stands under a clear blue sky.
Pumps stand idle inside the open station.A boy smiles out of the shadows, a sliver of light across his face.
He holds still for the camera, eyes steady.
A little girl clutches her teddy bear beside a parked motorbike.The sun sets over the paddy as a cow grazes alone.
A long bridge crosses a riverbed that is mostly sand, the water a narrow channel below.
The bridge runs out across the wide, dry riverbed.A man walks toward the sea between the breakwaters at the river's mouth.
Bamboo, marigolds and bright scraps lie washed up on the sand.
Colorful debris tangles on the beach where the river meets the sea.A fisherman with a white beard stands on the beach, the waves behind him.
He meets the lens with a small smile, the sea gray behind him.
Fishing boats rest on the sand beneath the thorn trees.A dog wanders past a beached boat below the breakwater.
A yellow and white boat leans on the sand beside the rocks.
A motorbike waits beside a boat pulled up on the riverbank.Waves wash against a jetty of dark boulders under a white sky.
Water pours through the gates of a small dam.
A fisherman wades out with his net over his shoulder.The net flies open over the water as he casts.
Brown floodwater surges past the railing.
From above, two breakwaters guide the river into the sea.The channel curls past a stone embankment, seen from above.
The river cuts through a coast of ponds and paddies to reach the sea.
An elder grips the long wooden pestle as the family gathers close in the night.Hands take turns on the pestle, driving it down into the stone.
A sandy bank pocked with pits borders the river, seen straight down.
