Color abounds in India. Color always intrigues me, but when it is found in unlikely places it simply jumps out at me and says, "pay attention"!
After climbing a pathway near a "mountain" of drab debris and garbage, I came across this oasis of brilliance. Being a weaver myself, I often am on the lookout for weavers wherever we travel. This collection of skeins and shuttles and balls of yarn will be transformed into fabric on a loom that was just inside this small house. The loom itself took up most of the room and the teenage boy who was weaving was kind enough to let me throw the shuttle a few times.
The mom of the family was squatted on the floor outside with the yarns and her younger child while she prepared the warp threads for weaving. Obviously this was a business venture that was a family affair.