Here’s a slideshow of shots I took of kids while in Bali.
I was able to get quite a few, and some of the shots are two frames of the same kid that I took zoomed in or out.
I could be wrong, or paranoid, but I felt that when I squatted down to take photos of kids, nearby adults would callout a warning for them to disband or walk away from me. It wasn’t callouts of panic. It was gentle words and the kids simply slammed the brakes on the cute.
For a few moments after squatting down, kids would attract toward me. But then suddenly, and unexpectedly, they would move quickly away.
I made up stories in my mind as to why. One thought was they didn’t want photographers “profiting” from their kids without giving something in return. “Stealing their souls,” I thought.
Or maybe they were seriously finished with their games.
This is going to sound all, “Did you know how poor kids are in third world countries,” but one group of kids — that I didn’t get one decent shot of — was playing with a wad of tape. I kid you not. They were having a blast. It looked to be a mix between dodgeball and catch.
One other interesting bit is about the girl with her arm in a sling. I stopped my driver to take a photo, and I wandered onto someone’s yard (where the little puppy barked at me from Wednesdog). The girl with the sling showed up and I took her picture.
In the car, our driver told me some poor kids are made of glass. Which I took to mean that kids with inferior diets have brittle bones.
Before I left the little girl, I gave her a bunch of rupiahs, not knowing my driver would tell me that.
It made me feel a little less guilty for what may have been construed as trespassing.