“The photograph. It's of: a woman's hands. Old hands — wrinkled, sun-darkened, the hands of a woman who has worked with earth for decades. The hands are holding: a clay pot. A diya. Unfired, still wet, the clay catching light. The photograph is: beautiful. Not the beauty of composition or technique (though both are present) but the beauty of: attention. The attention that a photographer gives to a subject when the photographer has decided that this subject is: worth seeing.”